Simple, timeless words
Ushered from your mind,
Decry this burning drive,
That rages through my kind.
Morality’s little sigh,
Caliginous, colloquial dreams,
Laded with vestibules
Of guilt it seems.

Still to sip the nectar
And hear the lover’s coo.
Oh, forbidden draught
Of sweet honeydew.
Ever my song singing,
That seared on my soul,
This hot, breathless curse,
The sad Gardener’s toll.

All through this dream,
Or so life we call,
The nightmarish effects,
Pangs of the fall,
I prowl the dusty verge
Just beyond the Gate,
And wait upon the Master
To liberate.

RJH

The close of this Day draws ever near to my life,
Though there are, as yet, many miles to travel.

I feel the Storms as they roll across your mind,
Bracing myself against the torrential rains!
Like a Mariner, I scout the ominous skies.

I am learning to take shelter in the lee of my heart,
Feeling, only slightly, the vibrations of your rumbling Thunder.
My vessel, built from strong timbers of Oak,
Carries the warmth of Sunshine in her deepest hold.

Still, massive swells drive me always forward,
My prayers to the gods going unheeded.
Standing on the bow, I throw back my head,
Laughing as the Lightening crashes about me.

I had once thought to settle and simply wait,
Thinking that a better Day might find me there.

The Seas of your raging have reminded me of my strength,
Connecting me to the Oceans of this one Truth;
I am powerful beyond my own reckoning;
Each Storm being but a trifle in this long Day!

RJH