Discovery

she finds my pleasures
beneath the coldest despair
they rise to meet her

Hawksky

there are hawks gliding
painting intent on blue skies
little birds beware

Babylon

Babylon calls me
though not for her pleasured ways
I dream of gardens

The Space

there is left a space
within all sacred verses
to write in your name

Mother

bless your ceaseless heart
for making my soul see joy
even in darkness

Legends

we shall be legends
in never ending sagas
written together

True

my true perfection
exists but in those moments
when you look at me

Darkest

her eyes are haunted
met by the darkest beauty
that flows from her soul

Last Words

these last words I write
do not have any meaning
other than farewell.

Chimes

wind chimes play the air
the west wind’s deft concerto
music in the dawn