Flags

there is no movement
save that of meaningless flags
over the battlefield

Be Damned

damn these sober lines
give me absinthe tinted songs
and dancing verses

Corvus

sculpted from shadows
that scatter into the light
a murder of crows

Regrets

he could taste his dreams
heroin and caramel
and long held regrets

Dark

a moorland bird calls
melancholic arias
the sky has turned dark

The Shore of Dawn

the half dark wakes me
tides of ebbing night retreat
I gaze on dawn’s shore

Fingertips

between your covers
you allow my fingers range
until the last page

Behind Darkness

behind the shadows
beyond curtains of darkness
shines the truest light

First Frost

the flowers perished
and the leaves are turning black
the first frost breathes death

Silence

these November birds
angels of the barest boughs
have no songs to sing