Claret

I pour the red wine
and listen to old love songs
inebriated

After Darkling

you were the end of all things true
and in your song was beauty found
for it had winged the full year through
yet lies now lifeless on the ground
but such feathered souls as yours
remain beyond the darkest pale
the passage of our dying years
dare not loose the endless veil
so though you fly to no new spring
sadness does not my heart scar
as joyous memories still ring
and will for always be a part
of me, ….
…. as this last winter burns
away, and into new life turns.

Settled Storm

the storm has settled
and poets tear up sonnets
for birds are singing

Slept

on the last of all days
I slept long
dreaming
of tomorrows
that would never dawn.

End

I have no time for churchyards
nor plots among the blooms
clothe my bones not in the earth
give me no marble tomb
when winter breathes his last on me
and his icy fingers draw
away from clay, the rest of me
I’ll need this dust no more
so set me on a long ship
and push me out to sea
that I may sail away aflame
in to eternity.

Glass

once when I was sand
I moved on the slightest breeze
now I’m become glass

The Rain

these silver fingers playing
a study on her shoulders fair
as the heaven’s golden lips
kiss gently through her russet hair

she turns to seek this summer rain
each dappled drop to her embrace
the elements themselves cannot compare
next to her beauty are as effaced

and thus into this evening storm
she paints herself by way of grace
for in this scene she does adorn
all nature fades beyond her gave.

Such Dead Stars

in the black between the lights
that distant shine on our desires
are darkened chasms hid from night
where stars once burned in golden fires
yet they are but ash from scattered flames
which on eternal winds have strayed
and this detritus has us stained
for from such dead stars are we made.

Campfire

on faux leather chairs
in a deserted hotel
we talked about ghosts

Priestess

not as a lover
but as priestess to my faith
I succumb to her