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!
Tag: Poems
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.
Silent Pilgrimage
We road
Faithfully
By way untold,
A story
Forgotten
As it is known,
A journey
Sacred
As it is old.
Whereto we pressed
My aged bones,
Our tongues dressed
In silence alone?
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.
Whiskey Talks
Though familiar,
As night walks,
And sweeter than,
Thoughts amid talk,
Beneath the stars
Our eyes would meet,
Miles apart
Our words now reach.
Let secrets keep
And watchers weep.
Let sober steps
Another night sleep.
