inspiration

she exists in ether
a beauty seen for but seconds
and then lost to time
to endless space
and the dreams beyond
seldom captured
nor done fair justice

though oft’ as a butterfly
upon a dying bloom
she is intangible.

to Sorrow

If there be a sound to sorrow
it will not cry in shedded tears
but joyful birdsong on the ’morrows
when I am gone and shall not hear

Mirror

a mirror’s silence
broken by these reflections
singing in silver

Gems

gold the morning wakes
and each leaf kissed by sunlight
is an emerald

Needful

send me blue hearts and fallen leaves
and your fruit ripe on the bough
give me your first kiss and my last
your naked body to endow.
send me words that have no meaning
save to let my senses know
between our spirits lives the reason
for these needful things to grow.

Beyond The Pyramid of Cestius

he was not water
nor dust upon forgotten air
need you not
his deeds
to read
in ancient stone
his heart alone
is all remembrance fair.

Weather’d Hopes

I sit and sing
to the hickory wind
and play to
an endless sun
in weathered hopes
that both I’ll find
before my days
are done.

Birdsong

today is birdsong
praise simply sung for blue skies
free of dark shadows

Good-night

and of this morning none can say
what night monsters passed this way
to leave their tracks in frozen breath
harbingers of cruelest death
to those who once knew mothers care
a fire, a hearth, an easy chair
now severed from the wider hold
discarded, to the winter’s cold
but of this dead morning one can say
we all of us had parts to play.

What Price Paradise

what dear price
is paradise
if temptation’s
lost redemption
is paid in full
with ignorance.

beguiled we fell
and so expelled
yet in descent
no devil bent
our will
for truth’s deliverence.