Monday, May 31, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
08 - He Dreams
At times, her eyes do not catch the sunlight dappling ‘gainst
The gently sloping meadow, the woodland’s frosted trees,
And he must, into deeper recess look, into her seasoned spirit
Where the sea spray challenges the soft-spoken shore,
And wind sound caresses her being and keeps her passion strong.
And there are times when he is quite alone, but listens
With ears and mind in fervent posture, to her voice
Arising from a hidden well, unhindered by time and place.
But most of all, when she is not with him, he dreams,
And waits, somnambulant and eager, for another sun to rise.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
06 - Spiritus Mundi
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
02 - Siduri
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Destiny
The ageless creature drops -
Talons edged, eyes searching for prey,
I cannot move.
Serpent draped 'gainst Orient moon,
Descends, its purposeful talons stretched;
I gaze star-ward, stilled by the light.
Talons edged, eyes searching for prey,
I cannot move.
Serpent draped 'gainst Orient moon,
Descends, its purposeful talons stretched;
I gaze star-ward, stilled by the light.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
The Ferryman
To his passengers he offers sterile instruction,
And signals them listen to the withering echoes of their lives.
The Wasteland Queen waits on the bleak opposing shore, Where
Burnt husks and vague phantasms stand watch, hulking monuments to oak and ash,
Charred leaves curled at their base, a desolate still-life on a colorless plain
And signals them listen to the withering echoes of their lives.
The Wasteland Queen waits on the bleak opposing shore, Where
Burnt husks and vague phantasms stand watch, hulking monuments to oak and ash,
Charred leaves curled at their base, a desolate still-life on a colorless plain
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