Raise your face
To me…
My gentle blooming bud.
The wind is drunk
In the rivers of the sun!
…and an olive tree’s
Chatter… laughter,
Knows
Where heaven
Has sprung!
Category: General
Your Name, a Key
That I may call you
And show you a sun
Blushing in silence!
Do you not
Know your name?
Or am I a fool
Wandering paradise,
In search of divinity?
Have I to say
Only your name
The sun will spill forth,
Showering us
In wisdom divine.
The key to the universe
Is on the tip
Of my tongue!
Youth of Mind
I have spent eternity
At the threshold of God’s temple
Where wondering gardens
Only bloom the songs of welcome.
Though I am not a stranger
I watch my blue pearl
Cupping the universe in my hands
Childishly flirting with
The dancing texts inside.
A Cherubs Kiss
So suddenly I felt the drops
Chittering on my neck,
It must have been an angel
Anointing me in juvenile jest.
A Harrowing Song
It was an odd hour
Of the night,
My mind astray,
Tired, my sight.
My back to the wall
Speaking to dreams,
Long did time call,
Little did he need.
Darkness before me,
A cursed mistress…
I pleaded for mercy
And she fancied less.
Then the sounds came
Ever familiar
Until almost by name
And yet simpler.
So the snow would sing
Behind these beams.
Sown in ice and wind,
Lady winter softly speaks.
Obsidian Eyes
Your obsidian eyes
Follow me,
My blood runs high,
Dream to dream.
Your faces are many,
Your song the same,
Bless nights sending me
To eyes that never change.
A far friend
Were I a kiss upon your brow
Wherever you may be,
For a moment on such skin
God has spun so delicately,
I’d find refuge from the wind
Until the wind has taken me
Until again my friend,
I’ll wish I was a lover of thee.
Capitol Hill
No one is right,
No one is wrong,
How the Ivory Tower,
Was safe for so long.
Embroidered with silk,
And lined with gold,
We lost our voice
To the Capitol sold.
“What is ours is ours,
And cannot be taken.”
If only for hours,
The Empire was shaking.
“Somehow a House upon a Hill,
Stands for all but our will.”
We have waited for so long,
Today a few dared to belong.
A Candid Word
I am as the candid word,
Passing kindly
In the alleys of the wind,
Adorned with sunlight,
All that a stranger’s
Tongue could sing.
Think of me not
As a lost verse.
This way I am a truth
Forever unearthed,
Sailing past
The shoulders of man,
An Autumn leaf
In a forest
Dancing…
And what of yourself
Your fingers dig deep
Into my cold… broken hand.
How sweet is the warmth
That you, this way, command.
Go on and move
My blood around,
Go on, read my bones…
They can’t pretend.
Tie my tongue in knots.
Make heavy my letters.
Leave me with my thoughts,
Stumbling and fettered.
