look not with heart in rippled streams
for they hold but altered dreams
their truth and beauty, painted lies
reflected in inverted skies.
instead allow your eyes to rise
beyond these mirrors that diguise
and then you will become as blessed
to see all without artifice.
on disused railways
to horizons never reached
my trains of thought run
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.
see these shades of grey
blending moods from black to white
or are they darker
I watch dark angels
roosting atop scarred forests
they cry forth omens
her eyes are dark pearls
shined by light on water’s run
he thinks of drowning
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.
hard as the devil
with blood of brimstone pulsing
the angel succumbed
smooth black velvet eve
which shines pearlescent silver
now the moon is high
of all the seasons
you are the one that I sought
be my last summer
the blighters rock 