a nature boy
with angry eyes
behind his venom
shined the skies
endless in their certainty
that one day
the world would free
itself from hatred
from its pain
and sing aloud
of peace refrained
a passion his
to plant the seeds
in our hearts
is love we need
it’s been a while
since he’s been gone
but in us
does his love live on
if so then
we’re all partly John
for John Lennon
grasping for ideas
a tired mind devoid of thoughts
channeling static
heaven is heart
god is place
love is writ
upon our faces
peace is light
an inner sight
it’s gold glows
in darkest nights
reflecting you
in all virtues
its mirrors showing
blessed truths
heaven is heart
god is place
and love’s light shines
upon your face
the candle shook this darkened womb
scattered gold around the tomb
and in that lantern’s light did see
the sum of life’s blithe mystery
vitality, virility
captured for eternity
as decorated ossuary
such irony in effigy.
after the snowfall
a last rosebud is revealed
hope is painted red
last night there was snow
morning came and it was gone
all purity dies
as they did in the Ardèche
a thousand lives ago
we leave that we are now
as shadowed footprints
of what we’ll be
when we just were.
she hung plates on the wall
gilded reminders
in crackled china
of things she had seen
and places she’d been
a castle with a foreign name
built above the kitchen door
and a lone wolf in the snow
guarded the pantry
one however
of a young queen
and her prince
she’d carefully remove
every morning
from above the French dresser
not for croissants
but to put her toast upon
so that she’d have company
come breakfast time
it is December
and from her darkest branches
blood spills to the ground
bind not Thanatos
for immortality chained
imprisons us all
the blighters rock 