Saturated...so..SUICIDE!

Subdued sulken Sun…
Saturine swifting streams…
Static spiritless silence…
Shrinking sanguine smiles…
Somber sublunary…
Shades stodgy...
Superficial solicitude...
Sabatral sterile…
Screaming Soul…
Such screams..
Sometimes….

Soul’s strangle
Slayed..
Sometimes submissive
Suicide!!!

Echoes...

I can see you flying
In the shining of your eye,
I can always hear your singing
As you slowly wander by,
And I can feel you breathing
In the morning as you sleep,
But I can never find you
When you hide away and weep.

I can hear your laughter
Like a blessing in the night,
I can see you gently walking
Through the early morning light,
And I can see the visions
In the way you always see,
But I can never find you
When you come to visit me.

I could walk beside you
In the early morning rain,
And wed listen to the whistle
Of the far off winding train,
Through the quiet of the dales
Before the sun has risen high,
Wed hear the singing of the rails
And see the steam clouds paint the sky.

I could dream in echoes
Of the life we would share as one,
We could come back to the meadows
To the love we thought was gone,
We could dance a dance of wonder
In a rhythmic green swathed day,
And we would kiss beneath the willows
In our same forever way

Dancing feet of the midnight…

Behind me trail the shadows

From before I kissed the sky,

From before I ever met you

From before we said goodbye,

When the shadows were unheard of

Through our silver filigree,

And the only thing I trusted

Was the love you gave to me.

The dancing feet of midnight

Kept the morning far away,

Like that never ending moment

At the dawning of the day,

When I knew that I was dreaming

Like a seabird in the air,

As the reminiscent breezes

Gently wandered through my hair.

But there is a time for darkness
And another time for light,

Like the fading of an evening

And the gift of second sight,

Though behind the waiting shadows

In the softly falling rain

Is an image of tomorrow

And the easing of my pain...

I dont...

I dont sing

Like singers do,

And I dont paint

The evening view,

I cant pretend

The dreams I see

Will bring you dancing

Home to me,

The only thing

That I can do

Is use my words

To worship you.

I dont have

A smile that shines,

Like moonlight

On the dewed pines,

I didnt know

The things to say,

To raise the curtain

On our play,

But give to me

The words and time

And Ill write you

A special rhyme.

I dont know

The heart of you,

Or all the things

You say and do,

And I cant walk

The glens today

For there are words

I need to say,

But maybe

In the coming day and air..

Youll come to see

The way I love and care..

Come to me my love....

Come to me when all mysteries have been exhausted,
when wonder and innocence have died.

When all the fragile jewels of Earth lay broken at my feet

let me gaze into your eyes.

The goat-man has led his goats

to their evening pasture,

the monks have sung their evening song

and sit in silent meditation.

The stars steal one by one into the darkening sky

to await the silver boat of the Moon.

I sit within my little room

and wait for my Beloved.

A score of worthless thoughts

come to fill my head,

they sit upon my chair

and lie upon my bed;

A hundred tunes and enchantments

assail my ears and mind

and beg me to put

all thoughts of you behind.

Come, delightful lover,

come resplendent Lord of silent Thunder-

the fruit these phantoms offer

is sweet but does not ease my hunger.

The ferryman has tied up his boat

and retired to his little hut,

the golden gleam of its lantern seeps

out into the darkness

like honey through a crack.

Before me the moonlight casts

a silver road across the water;

the world with all its sleepy towns

and dreaming villages

falls away behind my back.

Come to me when all mysteries have been exhausted,

when wonder and innocence have died.

When all the fragile jewels of Earth lay broken at my feet

let me gaze into your eyes...

Speak to me the ancient word

and call me by my name,

lift me up in your arms

and make me yours again.

Look up my love

Look up, my love, and see where stars are falling
falling over antique Egypt and India,
falling over far Greece and ancient China,
stars like crystal tourmalines,
stars like poets fading dreams,
stars like fallen gods and angels in eternal descent,
stars like the falling petals of autumnal blossom
shaken loose from some great tree
to light the skies above you and me;
falling worlds of wonder that have passed millennia ago,
as fiery as the hearts of raging suns,
as cool and exquisite as winter's first new buds of snow,
falling stars like words of love I may not speak
for fear of Time's stern jealousy,
stars that write a heavenly message in sigils clear and true above Thee.

Look up, my love, and see where stars are falling
falling like the wisdom of serpents and doves,
falling like so much past and perished dust ignited by the atmosphere,
each star a dead and fallen world
with all its people's joys and fears turned into a torch above us,
a plea for understanding, a shout of triumph,
a brief moment of incandescence before it is plunged into eternal Night
beyond the sight of Angels and Men,
never to come again.

Look up, my love, into the splendid night
with its ever-shifting aurora of dreams;
lay your head upon my shoulder beneath the poplar tree,
above us Heaven's milky stream that flows from dusk to dawn
between oblivion's banks,
and if a word from our joined lips is torn
then let it be a word of thanks.

CoMMunioN

Across the great and shining void,
he called,his spirit in reverberation sang.
So silken were the fetters binding us,
I gave a start as bells of silver rang.


Soon he was everywhere and so was I,
our hearts in holy ardor blending bright.
How pure the emulation, once begun,
when did my soul begin to turn so white?


Such joyous chords, too high for mortal breath,
Oh, my beloved show me now the way
and let our hearts in merry tones now blend
as sweet communion sparked eternal day.


The revelation struck me like a knife,
before the earth began we yet were one.
Creation called and thus our spirits cried,
resounding at the birthing of the sun...