"For once a time we knew,
Shone all flowers to one,
Beneath etched ethereal summer,
And too shall those flowers their place,
In heaven reserved, part of our light become.
New time, their smiles, our sun."

Through my rushing tides your whispers calm the rumble.

Past me as fresh scented wind your promise creeps.

Seductive melody amidst the song of the morning drizzle,

Honey golden flow of the sun breaking grey dappled sky - morning sweet.

Snug warm haze of the tight wrapped quilt-blanket,

Sip my mind of the broth soon served by your laughter.

Content full sleep of this love filled soft stomach,

Sailed far away on flying carpets of bliss.

My eyes tightly sealed. Your arm around my waist.

Murmur soft noises, adrift on sleep's waters.

Rain on the window sounding the beat

Like oars that pull the season,

Piloted by winter, our love rolls in...

Jason Elrick (c) 2002

My world a blur of fleeting images,

Whipped past a veil of brown and blue.

Spinning, turning through lands uncharted,

Sewing seed and infinite dust I tease.

Im famous in a few cut scenes,

And used more so for atmospheric means,

Tumble to, Tumble fro.

Tumble weed.

On I go.

Jason Elrick 2002

Roll heavy thunder o'er relentless grey sky.
Purged in fire bright, lightning hails cry,
Demi-God wrath from her breast of the wild.
Mother nature agressively taming her child.

Calm silent wind on moist breath soothing yeild,
Her voice upon streams, her warm smile upon field.
Open carefull flower, fly your soul to the earth
Walk barefoot men - forged of this hearth.

• Jason Elrick

My eyes are quiet this morning,

The Savannah's grass tide ebbs,

Invisible wind ripples waves in the field.

As the morning African sun stirs

The singing beetles begin their heat call

My spotted chest heaves and drops, clutching for air,

Moistened , my tongue rolls swiftly to and fro.

Anticipation.

Every muscle tense yet relaxed,

Power I am, incarnate.

From my silence, wielding my destruction I wait.

Their melancholic plod to the extinct water-hole,

Brings the wounded calf one heartbeat closer to stillness.

Fresh blood I smell, the kill to come.

Again my tail bats away the horseflies.

Soon it will be time.

Oh violently fulminating pig in the sky,

Bear down upon my maddened head,

The wreath of timeless blood drenched rye.

Fall to deaf ears your pleading cry,

Dead horses through plundered daisy fields shed,

Their memories of the bitter sky.

Ground course the wheat of grain's betrayal,

Mend swift the wheel of maidens' bend,

And open green heaven and release cold hail.

Greedily, Steadily... Never fall to the wind.....

Pitter Patter is the harpist ruined song,

Whistling through pine-scent dreams,

The large brass shiny gong.

Jason Elrick

Carpeted in fire-red autumn leaves,
The essence of the forest breaths.
Dank musk of the morning dew settles,
Unto a new day the pack stirs to life.

Thick furred pups yelp each other to play,
Crouching and ducking unsure of their own footing,
Low down to the foliage their little world more alive,
Each noise and scent a new adventure, distraction,
Life is joy, time stands still, their little tummies rumble.

'Ere the patter of the paws signal young adults alert,
Noses twitch to the wind,
Razor sharp senses at one with the earth.

Some black as soot, others dazzling grey,
Mock fights begin pre-empting boisterous chases.

Majesty is the alpha male with the piercing yellow eyes,
Awesome is his size, breathtaking his light grey fur,
Beauty speckled by white mottled snow clinging to his frame.
He stretches, long pink tongue undulating to and fro.

Reflection of myself ,
Nature birthed exquisite beauty endowed with power,
What is the knowledge that I know they keep,
As our eyes match gaze ,

Sure is my knowledge we have a connection.

Wolf and Man,
HomoSapien and Canis Lupis,

Pray tell me how they look right through me.
Into my mind, they see my soul.