on disused railways
to horizons never reached
my trains of thought run
The Last Storm
over these eternal plains
we make mountains of the clouds
and thunder screams the voice of gods
with majesty endowed
beyond the ears of mortal men
the grasslands hear the word
within the distant rumbling
an end of days is heard
this deep foreboding of the green
to it’s final mystery
the storm cries out the death knell
of you and them and me.
Grey
see these shades of grey
blending moods from black to white
or are they darker
Crows
I watch dark angels
roosting atop scarred forests
they cry forth omens
Drowning
her eyes are dark pearls
shined by light on water’s run
he thinks of drowning
The Sunday Trees
stately in their congregation
naked limbs implore the skies
yet winter’s gods
hear not their exhaltations
life dare not breathe
before this year has died.
Fallen Angel
hard as the devil
with blood of brimstone pulsing
the angel succumbed
Silver
smooth black velvet eve
which shines pearlescent silver
now the moon is high
Last Summer
of all the seasons
you are the one that I sought
be my last summer
She (first sketch)
she is silver
she is gold
she’s all the secrets
magpies told
she is ice
and she is fire
elemental
passion’d fire
she is life
she is death
she holds my soul
inside her breath
and so she breathes
and I’m set free
to worship all
that makes her SHE.
