he dreamt of islands
not golden Gaugin seascapes
but darker places
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An Echo
across the hills
an echo cries
long after
all the voices die
a siren’s song
from lost mankind
a warning to
the end of time
Front.
a quiet storm descended
leaving untouched the world
save for the snowfall
the fragile silver’d gilt
that hid all corruption
and made of it innocence.
Lines Over An Ancient Coast
The green isle sang a melody
as on clouds I floated free
and brought to me a memory
ancient yet not me
verdant dreams of tribal home
and he that I would be
the warrior, the troubadour
a prince of devout grace
with a beggarman’s philosophy
a drunken priest’s lost faith
and as I passed above all time
I gained all sense of place
my purpose then now plain to me
from on these heaven’s highs
all truth and beauty’s delicate
lights dance before my eyes
and without fear I face the west
as to my rest I fly.
Lines On A Hill In The Wendland
sad cried this woodland
tears for silent afternoons
that hung as dew
on ancient boughs
for those days
when only songbird ballads
called for companions
and simple stones,
alone
marked a man’s way
through this wilderness.
Katzbachstraße
this is the street
where tiny feet
alight upon the stones
and creep
into the cracks
that form
inside my thoughts,
and from my head
crawl claws instead
and scratch away
at doubts
more than they ought.
Tree of Knowing
and from the hazels
knowledge fell
to feed the salmon
in the well
there princes high
and poets dwell
this green land’s
fables all to tell.
Let Morning Be My Sepulture
scatter my dust as birdsong
on April’s morning bright
that I may join eternity
as elemental light
in amongst the overture
which heralds each new morn
as much in life as death to be
resurrected with the dawn.
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she tames herself
from the wilderness
which holds sway
in her dreams at night
and in the day
for appearance sake
she tolerates
the light
but in her breast
there beats a heart
of dark nature running free
a side
she hides
from everyone
except that is
from me.
