The Garden

I enter the gardens of heaven
where sin and virtue are blossoms
of the same trees,
though painted in different hues
their bouquets are quite indistinguishable
from each other, and a piety of heart
offers no protection from their perfumes.

Dark

I taste the poison
passionate uncertainty
blackening my heart

I submit to death
a lover in the darkness
with a cold embrace

I am born once more
roused by immortal fingers
caressing my flesh

Torchlight Borne

inside my head a torch flickers
then another, then another
the villagers it seems are restless
as their doubts infect each other
they march the forest of half held dreams
no light is brought to bear
but scattering shade’s discordant shards
to leave destruction there.

Equinox

the accord is struck
night and day agree on terms
Spring may come again

Blossoms

voices travelled upon the breeze
and landed as scattered blossoms
fine and silken upon my ears
in their gentle music
I heard springtime
and wept…
for winter was not done.

Blue Hills

I beheld the bluest hills
uncharted by my memory
yet soothing of soul
in song of unfamiliar tongues
and dances of purest passions.

Thus in my strangest dream
I discovered destiny.

She Is Ocean

what draws mankind to her breast
for she offers no man rest
upon her flesh our offerings
in sacrificial promising
are but discarded to the dark
and cast ashore once pulled apart
in the tempest of her heart
yet ever must our love impart
the passion’d spiritual devotion
for she is mother, she is ocean.

Process

my eyes close
and unseen
blood vessels
paint abstractions,
dark tendrils
black stems
that service no blooms
save those I may imagine
and cultivate as verse

Tides

the relentless tides
lovers are drowned in their waves
and turned into sand

Invocation

oh goddess of the darkness
pity me my lustful notions
they are for thee but offerings
in lieu of spake devotions.