Today, the sun before sunset rested in its seat of warm redAs long, grey, delicate outlines shone the hills and mountains How stoic is this lone star,how resolute and unfailing showing up in his grandeur each day...I can't help admiring The sun does not say to the earth"Not today, for my spirit darkens"What love and… Continue reading Today, the sun
Tag: lyric
From sun to nothingness
And as the sky, in slow undress... steps down from sun to nothingness, she loosens her day from herself- a moving silhouette for incensed air...
Sea, the woman
What pretty, precious oystered pearls amid buried, bedded bijouterie! She knows of breath beyond deaths, knows of the lost in living lives... Boundless, bottomless, her intelligence. She unmasks… She mystifies…
Dry not, my pen
Dry not, my pen, nor bite the dust before my time, you're the nepenthe to my agonies, the breath to my life. Dry not, my pen, nor leave me to fend for myself, your nib is my sword, your ink my solitary aid. Dry not, my pen, nor grow weary of my imprint, I am… Continue reading Dry not, my pen
Sleep not by the street tonight
Sleep not by the street tonight- thy lords will come to dance!Soon as th' nectar of Luna pours,make haste to the stream and chant...Make haste to the stream, and chantthe word, to the rhythm of thy heartSoon, begin the dancing drums,soon the ankleted footsteps soundSoon the ankleted footsteps sounda call- unheard but by the soul...Homeward… Continue reading Sleep not by the street tonight
Swan Song
This beauty in being forgotten soaring free and with a songto no other beholden to my little world to belongThis peace unfolding as wingsthat disappear 'fore th' horizon I can live with thisthis beauty in being forgotten
Tale of a Thread
Three old fragments of some old children’s story,(meant to scare them into eating their greens and retiring to bed early),gathered round in a circle in their lonely stone tower,as one of those haggard creatures spoke in a whisper– “Sisters! Upon my walk down the moor yester eve,I chanced upon a thread- a thread of a… Continue reading Tale of a Thread
The Siren’s Tribute
image courtesy pinterest Remember the sirensnext time you go to seaPay them a little tribute a trinket, or bangle, or ringWhether a sailor, or traveller or simply there to sightsee...the unseen sirens hold powerand must in jewels be appeased For beneath the dappled sparkleover the oceans and the beachthey glide in the wee, dark hoursand… Continue reading The Siren’s Tribute
Trojan Horse
Lady Luck stroked my face on a moonlit nighther gifts were plenty, her grace benign.I let myself wilt into a giddy sleep"Fortune hath chosen my bedside!" In the morning, horrified, I wake to seethe hue and cry, the dole and mire;"All lost!" "All lost!" is all they repeat...All is lost in the fire. I fall… Continue reading Trojan Horse
Come burn with me
Like restless leaves that relentto the whims of the master in the sky and blissfully sizzle to their deaths with each ember sent on storming nights,clouding the moon in screens of smokeand shaming the stars' mere sparkle-that nothing save their arson is aglow and all heavenly passions darken. Not sighing as soft flames upon a… Continue reading Come burn with me
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