The Snow falls
15 July 2016
Whisper not
The walls can eavesdrop
Say it plain
It is vain
To keep or not to keep hushed
What plays in the Light
Pick the fight
Wisely the sage talks
Lonely walks
In crossroads
The wizards stir bats and toads
The love only heart
The Snow falls
On our illusions
As hearts throb
The thieves rob
Our intent’s energy waves
Reaching out from caves
Reading of the poem:
Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana
The Swan Song
13 May 2016
Blue ribbons
Hang from the dark skies
As the rains
Fill the plains
With the remains of seasons
Spent in wasted stance
Plush meadows
Once breathed laughter’s lines
As the sun
Shone brightly
Upon yards now unsightly
A blossom of graves
They built caves
Within heathen grounds
Released hounds
On the weak
Their kings grovel as we speak
Their battlefields red
Newly wed
The bells ring for you
Pealing love
High above
The cries to bring out the dead
As the black tides sweep
Put to rest
Soul in house arrest
The moonbeams
Hush its screams
It wanes withers but for dreams
Daily sustenance
Daylight broad
The waking penance
Where I walk
Where I talk
My mind in slow resonance
With the sleeping hordes
Iron rod
Piercing my ribcage
They seek rage
Through outrage
The body feels mind repeals
The soul mere stillness
Walk along
I will recount lives
Filling you
With wonders
From deep wells I draw splendors
My mouth a brush stroke
We relive
Many lost embers
The frail heart
Remembers
Feelings more than brief memoirs
Stories for boudoirs
United
The pieces of us
They sing loud
The Swan Song
Crystalline drops that take us
To where we belong
Reading of the poem:
Nocturne – Secret Garden
Swan – Secret Garden
Aragorn Sleepsong – Secret Garden
Happily ever laughter
1 September 2015
.
Mocking hill stood stark
Against pains of memory
That stretched envy green
.
Bluebirds flew silent
Into cages that shut light
Delicate bones snapped
.
Feather by feather
The peacock loses glory
As the swamp moves in
.
A stretch of time’s wings
Borrowed from ancient black caves
Where noises spun dark
.
Silver coins drop
Exchange is in losses’ weights
I will read your fate
.
Hop to the music
Twist of luck for you hunchback
Quasimodo heals
.
Hold hands with puppets
Heart reeling with the strings’ pull
Pearl by pearl stitch souls
.
Adorn fools’ beret
Step dancing into the jig
Smile is for wearing
.
Grimacing heart’s ache
Twitched and writhed in irony
Happily ever laughter
.
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