Burn

spirits of fear eluding my mind
so close to touch, too far behind
trembling whispers, a cry in the nite
painting with black from demons of light
I burn.

taking a chance to grab onto my soul
pouring in pitchers the dreams that you stole
masking the dark in diminishing eyes
twisting my words to hear your sweet lies
I burn.

unfulfilled void, nostalgic and true
eternity punished, in Hell I am you
my impure heart lays into your hand
you cast me to shadows of unholy land
I burn.

joining the millions of children who fear
wicked is laughter in my ears I hear
wading in fire as deep as the sea
forever in toture and punishment be
I burn.

her brilliant web speaks to me
she is our sister and daughter
with her i make blues go away
her good heart says
we who do the healing
live peacefully
learn to give
and never bleed by the brother
when we wake
picture it

Miscarriage of Love

What will I do with this cold world
the moon’s wounded sadness
when the dark angel stains
the heart and steals the embryo  -
Through the night’s solstice
storms of anger ferment
in the soul and the loneliness
is a star without wings to fly
and the dreams of the dark
are a means to escape from 
the tap  -  tap  - tap  of the
memory’s lantern.
Love was once so proud
it hung its huge face
against the latticed glass
and asked for nothing
but  rose petals - snowflakes - honeysuckle
and the sight of the unicorn
transcending into the light !
But a black horse rose out
of the loins and trampled
on the flowers of the heart 
-  and broke with a wild speed
in such a haste to be gone
that it left an ugly blemish
that could never be erased  -
even when the sky turned !
And how will you answer my soul
when you held to account
for the windowless  -  rudderless
life that you’ve left

Falling

Golden and Russet
      falling
             to
                 the
      ground
Death in silence,
makes no sound
No scream of fright as fate is accepted
just a gentle murmur as
                     more are
                     collected
Those soft gentle sounds as
life's swept away
End in fire
or morbid decay
Yet from the ashes or mould will burst
Life eternal, with nature for nurse.

Two Candles

A rainbow of thoughts that span sea and land
Soft tendrils of light, joining, two now empty hands.
Burning lights, far apart, minding only one quest.
Forever united whilst hearts do not rest

Once again they will meet, flaming fiercer than ere
the sky's brightest star that oft seems so near.
Joy, rapture, and tears, sometimes regret
has been seen in these lives since first once they met.

These flaming candles will in time burn low,
their once bright sparks will recede to mere glow.
But memories will surface, rekindle these flames
leaving two burning lights, flaming fiercely again.