Chimes

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

A Song of White Ravens

she sang of ravens
white as the wings of angels
I heard her heart break

These Are The Words

these are the words
sacrificial prose
burnt as offering
to the sacred mountain

home of the orchids
where their ash
will blend with nectar’d blooms
turning to a scented rain

in which cool waters the goddess
will bathe her purity
to a flesh sanctified
for this devotee’s peace.

Lotus

the lotus opens
and all my senses respond
to her wanton bloom

Rapture

what rapture is this
that looks to the eastern sky
revealing the dawn
no false reverie
it is no imagined birth
this night’s progeny
is passion’s endowment
deserving of the sun’s caress

Blinded

what use are the stars
when they do not shine on you
I’m blind to heaven

Laughter

as the footlights fade
the comedy is ended
laughter is silenced

Incense

she is as incense
a spice awakening me
to epiphany

Âge d’Or

older memories
glistening as golden dreams
when yesterday fades

Voiceless?

harken to the trees
they are not voiceless
they simply whisper