Tap

even in the spring
as on winter’s window panes
death’s cold fingers tap

Innuendo

let we two make love
not clad with innuendo
but in naked truths

Let Us Pray For Rain

If a bird should love a fish
let them have their way
and do not give a moment’s thought
to what the wise men say
for more than love can ne’er be found
in this wild world insane
and should their passions need release
then let us pray for rain.

Korybantes

in frenzied dances
my dreams bring consummation
to forgotten prayers

What Is Born

what is born in Roman doorways
in roses and in rain
in embraces held for always
is it love or is it pain
what stories tell these ancient stairways
in their time carved broken stones
or drowned in fountains singing phrases
ist it new life or long dead bones.

Angel

the white angel ascended
on wings of eastern winds
her breath cold
with centuries of suffering
brought not life
but death eternal
for white is the dark angel
and hell burns with ice.

Embers

do I see embers
or is the sky filled with flames
the dawn is bleeding

Art

dwell not on art for its finesse
cast aside such elegant thoughts
let its power desires undress
and all your passions court.

Rhododendron

her colours blind
beguiling in the May
but as all beauty
at first ethereal
turns ephemeral
when petals fall
and wither to dust
in sacrifice to summer’s coming.

Last Song.

please let my final morning
dawn within a forest clear
that the waking passerines
sing the last songs I may hear.