no one cared to pay the piper
for his song above the tomb
his reward is at the lychgate
where he serenades the moon
and waits his turn in patience
for the call to his encore
by playing melancholic songs
this night and evermore
Edinburgh 2018
rewritten
LA LUNE ROUGE
the moon knows what truths
inhabit even the most guarded of hearts
and she blushes red
behind a veil of midnight clouds
at the sinful shades that they impart.
Dear Spirits
come ‘fore my eyes, oh spirits clear
bring the dream of my love near
that even in this solitude
my gaze may fall soft on you
and in those darkest nights alone
when to demon’d doubts am prone
stay by me oh spirits dear
so that your dreams may counter fear
A Dream of The Dancing Horse
the dancing horse dragged me away
black and poisoned tainted breath
riderless yet spurred by midnight’s
insecure nightmares of death
we travelled through the broken lands
where ne’er a single soul was saved
from the terror of our travels
which scattered earth upon cold graves
no respite brought the new lit morning
sunlight dimmed by eyes of fire
only armageddon’s dawning
red as blood from funeral pyres
and in my fevered new awakening
each dark image fixed in me
for in my soul I knew these shadows
held store some part of destiny.
Sonnet
These azure thoughts ascend
to partner with the skies
and in these heavens highs
my daydreams know no end
with your dreams they will wend
to live behind your eyes
where they by and by
into our two wakings blend
’til what once were dreams are real
enlivened in bless’d company
imagined lovers’ reels
in our paired society
such fragrant dreams breath true
then the scent of me and you.
The End of Summer Comes
that autumn soon upon us falls
and with its golden scythe will bring
an end of those which summer called
to life from our now forgotten spring
below the boughs once full and green
lay cried tears of earthenware
and heady banks of glittered streams
their rich rooted grounds have bared
but on this scene should no regrets
be spent, for at its wholesome heart
the measures of a year full met
doth only next year’s soul impart.
Chandra
bathe me in your silver’d glow
and make of me a willing slave
dance upon my naked form
that I may know you and be saved
from the sunlight’s testifying
to the darkness in my soul
kiss away my tarnished thoughts
anoint me with desires untold
bless me, pull me from the earth
into your shining bosomed bloom
take me in your lustrous flesh
my goddess of the moon.
The Glance
my glance is told in tales yet secret
its true intent no-ones to know
behind mendacious painted eyes
unrevealed I dare not show
how my thoughts of thee unravel
in all my reason’d cognisance
thus I hold this look well travelled
as mask to hide what’s in my glance.
Just The Trees
the pine trees sing a sombre song
their ballad draws the fog to lay
from times when just the wind had sung
forgotten mists of yesterday
before a single bird took flight
and stirred those lowered tones
before the undergrowth knew life
when just the trees sang all alone.
Woodland Dream
We wandered in cathedrals green
verdant apses morning haze
architectured nature’s scene
all passion growing in your gaze
and in these woods of early dew
the light of morning stained the trees
with golden halos painting you
to cast my reserve to the breeze
