written on a lost summer’s day

through avenues of lindens green
verdant sunlit temple scenes
scattered shadows, dappled light
twixt bright midday and black midnite
we two travellers northward bound
alone up country where we found
the way we sought away from death
and melodies that in faint breaths
we sang together chasing notes
that flew above in feathered throats
ballads pure which knew no woe
and signalled on where we should go
that our quest for summer’s rest
a million dawns, ever west.

A Land of Stone

I dreamt upon a land of stone
where the old gods lived and died
lifeless save one god alone
who wept under its sulphur skies
ragged now and without the breath
that man’s praise kindled within
his power from ages gone bereft
now worship long denied to him
for all gods whether old or young
gain their held divinity
not from believed truths oft sung
but stole from men’s own vanity.