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
Month: January 2023
Dream Maiden
how dreams the maiden
of whom my dreams writ’ fair
could it be
in her sweet reveries
’tis me, that she finds there?
Hours
the freshest of hours
not spent but rather borrowed
in the woods at dawn
L’épitaphe de l’hiver
the winter weeps its last
yet it is plain to see
its former youth is passed
and ready to sleep is he
who but short days ago
had such teeth and claw
to rip the world with snow
but seeks to hunt no more
the tears of ice have dried
with spring’s new born ascent
and days of darkness die
though not their vowed intent
to someday walk again
and hold reign o’er the earth
to waste this world of men
in bitter death’s rebirth.
A Storm
first, the air is dry and still
it wakes and breathes
and upon its breath
a thought is borne
then no more tranquility
for you are come
all heaven stirs
as do my senses,
tumescence rears
within, without
a storm.
Lustrous
ruby red desire
a sacred jewel glistens
lustrous as love’s kiss
The Nightbird
into the darkest night it seemed
I dreamt a bird of purest verse
and that she was all but a dream
is why she was my sorest curse
for true this bird of reverie
would songs to me in sleep relay
but come the morn’ her poetry
would be lost forever to the day,
thus to the muses do I pray
that this nightbird’s song will stay
with me when my senses rise
and not to dawning sun demise.
Dawn
the red mountain burns
ignited by the dawn’s flame
a fire from the east
Comfort
bear a cup
lift a prayer
beg to powers
in the air
sacrifice
in blood and tears
extol the heavens
with your fears
break the host
and sup the wine
cross yourself
turn off your mind
meditate
drop to your knees
worship idols
as you please
whatever comforts
you at night
hold it close
to bring you light.
Counting
counting
my breaths
or rather my unbreaths
those which I hold
inside
or outside
upon the cold glass
which seperates me
from the universe.