she finds my pleasures
beneath the coldest despair
they rise to meet her
poem
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
Revisited Thought Revisited
in the warm flesh
bleeds the bright
silvered perspiration
haunting night
perfume imagined
on the breeze’s flight
serenade the senses
with such delight
that what is writ
is more than dealt
’tis both the thought
and passion felt
such is the hour
past midnight
and its power
to desires ignite.
Song at Dusk
I fly east
into the night
dreams dusted
in cinnamon spice
and eyes dark
as sacred rivers
under the newest moon
the western squalls
I leave behind
yet their tail winds
wind and swipe
sunset’s fire
burning my reveries
that wing as ashes
toward midnight
Twin Stars
the light of twin stars
shines upon the both of us,
traveling from before time
across the endless wastes
to arrive at the point
we find our love’s embrace
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
A Dream Of Lights
a dream of lights at year’s end
silk garbed golden promises
to fragrant gardens do they send
my thoughts to heaven’s premises
wherein the precincts of my heart
open to the gentle grace
that she to my eyes impart
the blessings of her loving face