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.
Tag: Songwriting
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…
All that has left
All that has left
So silently,
Wanders among weeds,
Savors sweat as wine
And carnal company…
What of the eastern sun
Which never sets?
What of the whispered tongue
Upon a lovers lips?
All that has left,
Parted with the wind,
And the warmth beneath
The dearest wing.
Sing…
Sing…
Sing…
What of the eastern sun
Which never sets?
What of the whispered tongue
Upon a lovers lips?
I know love
Lets no wicked rest.
And I know grace
Weighs heavy
Upon my chest.
cantering light
My love for you
Is a ray of light,
Cantering through
Warm passages
Of a forgotten woodland,
Grazing upon a sweetness
That is
A whispering world.
There it will be
Yet after the death of wind,
After all has withered,
After Heaven,
Welcomes home,
Her children.