Niederschlag

after this storm
the common arid earth
that in the July sun
with such sterility was stained
brings forth
fresh bouquets
to scent the twilight
which hold the rose to shame

Clay

what fortunate clay is this
though fired with but the briefest breath
such passions it does hold inside
before to the cold earth it must return
so cast me on the wheel, I plea
and let the flames kiss me

Salvation

this earth speaks in tongues
incomprehensible words
for which no meaning is relayed
to those who dare not listen,
she demands no prayers
nor bloody communions
only that we hear,
open to her appeals
that we may ourselves find salvation

Verse in Search of a Poem

a warm breath of heather
blending
with the music of the pines
and suddenly
what was once but wishes
is in these arms of mine.

Another fragment

damned, did I sup
from Rudinger’s cup
and perdition’s fire
burned as endless desire
for salvation

Still

how still held the air tonight
no breath upon the trees
what god of the elements
denied the evening breeze?

for in the wind a forest dance
entertains the throng
and life emerges from its sleep
to join the breeze in song.

Madness

this is not madness
yet desires mask sanity
to deny all calm

Thunder

listen for thunder
gods screaming their displeasure
from behind the clouds

Touch

as she touches me
almost virginal desires
overwhelm restraint

The Sun

what cares has the sun
if dark clouds may come and go
it can shine elsewhere