we dream of endless hopes
for intertwined are they
distant cousins in our psyche
to reunite one brighter day
and in such reveries we see
what visions of a future cast
that speak to that we long to be
divorced from any darker pasts,
yet such dreams are but whispers
lost upon four unseen winds
thus how may we have claimed to lost
those hopes our longing never finds.


once blessed was he of simple needs
yet time’s cold kiss did burden him
no more the fruit of golden trees
could counter the hungers held within
long gone the days the child did play
without a thought of dawns to come
the innocence of yesterday
in fleeting moments was it gone
as Adam cast from paradise
now is he cursed by passion’s seed
that no more his wants suffice
and nor the world can sate his greed.

Truths Lost

what sweet seasons these were in my youth
that sparked all promised dawns under the sun
and held no cynicism above the truths
which spring denies until the winter comes
for all the cold days held in my marked years
have withered absolutes as does the frost
in killing roses with the dew’s first tears
until the blooms of our beliefs are lost.


thoughts are as sycamore seeds
dancing on the autumn breeze
keeping time as new October
play waltzes through the trees
ten thousand flashes all at once
spinning round and round
and from them grow my fantasies
when they’ve all gone to ground.

littered are these tiny prayers
across the broken earth
and from these kernels fallen
spring dreams of a rebirth.


garland me in clouds
of the purest temple white
that in heavens crowds
I’d drink
ambrosia with my gods tonight
Olympus would I seek
abroad its scented ways
with the ancient ones to speak
endless through halcyon days
so clad me in the purest skies
invest me not of basest clay
for with eternals would I fly
and all the fears of man allay