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