sonnet

The Past is Ashes

I made a pyre of my past
to light me through the darkened halls
I built new from the broken walls
those days before had cast

and as this sacrifice did burn
these corridors of shadows black
opened up in nook and crack
to let the light return

so onward into new lit morns
away from nightmare’d dreams of old
that no more dare to chill my soul
as these cold passages are scorned

thus my darkness I have released
for future light in hoped for peace.

Precious

shards of nephrite glass
speckled windows opening
dawn’s light splintering
the night has gone at last
unpolished jade awakes
thus in the first glance
the final dream dances
from sleep’s realm escapes
the kiss of the morning
with all passion it can muster
brings the day’s bright lustre
to jewelled eyes regaling
of a sunlight now newly honed
upon these precious stones

Bello Variano (second rewrite)

I sat to watch the sky grow dim,
upon a land where once the pride
of a thousand armies died
for what, ‘cept hubris held of him
who was as son but not of seed
yet took the crown from greater heads
that too did dream on their final beds
great father Caesar to succeed;
and formed from clouds the ghostly trees,
o’er the fields where once they stood
now rich in life from scattered blood
dried slow across the centuries,
quiet phantoms in the sweetest rain
to haunt this eve’s halcyon plain.

A Sonnet of the Flesh

a face engraved in sculpted whole
from photographs faded and torn
upon his shoulder seemed to form
and from this magic bore a soul
lips which held but silent words
laid as silver on the glass
opened and their kiss did pass
effortlessly the world disturbed
thus are dreams realities
within the confines of closed eyes
such reveries I dare surmise
are the birth of fantasy
for in my mind my love’s as true
as flesh desires I feel for you.

Azure 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 wakings blend.
what once were dreams are real
enlivened in company
imagined lovers’ reels
in their paired society
such fragrant dreams breath true
the scent of me merged with you

Sonnet

how unwelcome is the sun
interloper of the morn
for in your all revealing dawn
is this blessed eve’ full run
I curse the coming of your light
and base duty reminders
how quickly does it find us
hid together in our night
for inside our desire’s dreams
the dark has us in sweet embrace
held are we in divine places
with no denials inbetween
so come not sun the dark to end
let us in darkness passions spend.

Daydreams (in a sonnet shape)

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 wakings blend.

what once were dreams are real
enlivened in company
imagined lovers’ reels
in paired society
such fragrant dreams breath true
the scent of me and you

Fourteen Lines (first draft)

it is now young Autumn’s start
and ruby clouds ablaze with rain
wait for the dusk that they may part
to clear the skies for night’s campaign
of eternal stars observance
their watchfulness of year’s fall
it’s readiness for the abeyance,
Winter’s cold darkness overall
yet in the blackness of the midnight
that comes before Spring does arrive
these distant suns keep in their sight
ensuring earth through this dark derives
the breath that these old suns impart
until springtime beats its newborn heart

Rediscovered 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 wakings blend.

what once were dreams are real
enlivened in company
imagined lovers’ reels
in paired society
such fragrant reveries breath true
filled with the scent of me and you

As do the flowers


oh! nature, hast thou changed thy face
for time has played its wicked hand
whereby once youth was fast in place
the aged ocean’s swept over sand
from days long past I thought eternal
my mortal frame will ne’er be saved
this debt for which was presumed vernal
becomes forthcoming by the grave
so to accept the years will sigh
as they tread with practised guile
across my footpath by and by,
and meet them gladly after a while.
For I, like all men, have my hours
as do the birds, the trees and flowers.