They cut it down, and where the pitch-black aisles
Of forest night had hid eternal things,            
They scaled the sky with towers and marble piles    
To make a city for their revellings.                
                                                                
White and amazing to the lands around              
That wondrous wealth of domes and turrets rose;    
Crystal and ivory, sublimely crowned                
With pinnacles that bore unmelting snows.          
                                                                
And through its halls the pipe and sistrum rang,    
While wine and riot brought their scarlet stains;  
Never a voice of elder marvels sang,                
Nor any eye called up the hills and plains.        
                                                                
Thus down the years, till on one purple night      
A drunken minstrel in his careless verse            
Spoke the vile words that should not see the light,
And stirred the shadows of an ancient curse.        
                                                                
Forests may fall, but not the dusk they shield;    
So on the spot where that proud city stood,        
The shuddering dawn no single stone revealed,      
But fled the blackness of a primal wood.

There are rockets in my feet.

Take me to a new level.

Where the oxygen falls into my lungs

and my blood slides through my circulatory system.

My love is unmelting ice under the sun.

Here I am.

Where are you?

Engraving each memory on a grain of sand
I captured time, for infinity, in a bottle
With tired eyes I sit there and mull
turning it around, over and over.

Will the sand ever pave the way forward?
Or will it cut deeper and deeper?
The grains may beckon over their own kind
wading through time, eroding like a river.

Perhaps there was a start to this all
A cold, unmelting person, thawing
as the lands shaped them, the scenery changed
but the river of memories just kept flowing.

It never makes it to the sea, oh no
never to float away, or to discover paradise
reaching the end only to turn back
oh, I've captured the sands of time.

The memories now all fade into one
of reliving each moment, the joy and the agony
the cascading grains all sing the same song
of the life I've lived, quite a symphony.


The glass is full, there's no more space
the fields passing by were never meant to last
a new course to be charted, to discover, to seek
to fill and measure with a new hourglass.

I've never seen forests so small
as the ones I see in your eyes.
I could get lost in them forever
but could never stop asking "Why?"

Why do they look back at me
when i seem such a bore?
Why do they look as if to say
"I just wish I knew you more"?

Why do princes get the princess
and why do the boorish get the boring?
Why are rules made that way,
and why do they seem to be breaking?

Why am I not being shunted,
shooed away, threatened or hunted?
Why are you so willing to overlook roles,
overlook standings, classes, and rules?

You're the definition of immortal beauty,
it will never fade from your face
and the melody that charms me happy
will never fade from your voice.

So why is this goddess sitting with this mortal?
any vague allure I have will fade,
and she will still be an unmelting snowflake
in this world -
                    - an inferno -  
destroying all anyone's made.

So has a frog found a princess?
why must one change to suit the other?
Maybe when they kiss
no one changes,
instead they both forget their lines
drop their roles and leave their masks behind.

Maybe Jack and Jill will say
"Forget the hill"
to see where life will take them.