The voice that calls out across the field Calls out in beckoning, come ever closer With fists clenched hidden at its sides And the breath of waiting for this moment thick in its mouth...
The Breath of Waiting for This Moment
Abdication
Outside a starlit window stretches a snow-filled plain Blank canvas waiting in the night for a hand to fill it. Candle flames flicker against the glass, A queen’s face reflected in a fantasy Where her mind wanders with its waking thoughts.
Are You There?
Are you there, at the edge of vision Just beyond sight, the grass around your body Bent as a servant to a king A voice of the river, breath is the rolling sea...
Behind Us
Behind each foray into days whose truth has been forgottenTrails of used up bodies, broken hearts, souls emptied to the wind, lie abandoned.Happiness was given as a whisper for ears no longer listening,Still ready to radiate into the cold world of nowThough it does not stop the hands of time from growing old, moving onForgetting... Continue Reading →
