Noon has come
drawing shadows to their core
and daisies once held in awe
of darkness show their heads
proud to the sun
speckled constellations
each of a thousand stars
yet they tell no fortunes
speak no lies
but are as stars a wonder
under
the midday skies
sketch
Fragment
an angel sang her songs to me
in tones as deep as sin
and on each note her lips grew close
to reveal the red within
as behind this angel’s mask
dark demon’s eyes did glow
and her voice of velvet lust
did tempt desires below
Hodie ventosum est (notes)
In this deep winter’s grey
there are no dancing leaves
to measure Zephyr’s call
but ice’s fires play
thus my senses are deceived
within this rain rich squall
Sketched Lines
heaven is heart
god is place
love is writ
upon our faces
peace is light
an inner sight
it’s gold glows
in darkest nights
reflecting you
in all virtues
its mirrors showing
blessed truths
heaven is heart
god is place
and love’s light shines
upon your face
Writer’s Rest
unquiet is my sleep
for upon pillows down
woke from the dreams
I long to keep
thoughts of her abound
in passions blood I rise
by desire devoured
the need to dance
within her eyes
fills each darkened hour
Whispers
I hear whispers
on the edge of sleep
it is an angel
tempting the demons
that in me wake
when dreams take hold.
a sketched idea for a poem
Dream (poem sketch in 17 syllables)
he walked through meadows
of summertime wildflowers
in his deathbed dream
Untitled
wash over me
in cool blue hues
that may turn
these red thoughts
into purple dreams
Sketch for a later poem
how do the new sown poppies grow
white as February’s fallen snow
but in summer they glow fire red
when painted with the heart’s blood of the dead.
First Breath
the roses exhale
as velvet petals open
dew shines in the sun
the blighters rock 