he spent his thoughts of late attempting to gauge the apparent age of the dead man he always carried within and thus wasted what remaining time that still may have existed between him and his silent companion
the western sky burns a barren flame and chases home the robin cold the eastern wind sees off the day its hours now burnished into gold high in the branches of the beech dark in his winter’s livery a lonely brambling sings aloud his hope of heaven’s liturgy.
trees are timid in this land the woodsmen are sovereign and the forest fears their hand its old gods scream in pain and pray one day for man’s demise his inventive mind to still for an end to his avarice the desire for the kill and when at last the man is gone his tracks grown over too the parliament of trees will rise to paint this world anew.
we are become as lotus eaters in which our suffered graces are numbed to true sensation, force fed with base esthesis. Imprisoned by unreal desires blind to the world around behind walls of false design shackled hostage bound. Dare we look at all beyond that which is placed before us for in searching is release from the bland anonymous.
We are no longer who we were devolved as much as lost today where once the world had bloomed with sweet perfume here now the lotus eaters play.
the winter weeps its last yet it is plain to see its former youth is passed and ready to sleep is he who but short days ago had such teeth and claw to rip the world with snow but seeks to hunt no more
the tears of ice have dried with spring’s new born ascent and days of darkness die though not their vowed intent to someday walk again and hold reign o’er the earth to waste this world of men in bitter death’s rebirth.
stained only by the lightest clouds this bronze-ed blue of evening sky paints gently in my fantasies all that’s passed before my eyes the black bird danced his summer reels to the creaking windmill turns and as the church bells distant peels from heaven’s heart the sunset burns but this fire brings forth no end to this joyous day with thee for in my reveries are rendered each moment you have spent with me