Word of water

Word of water
leaf and stem
river and flower
the charcoal of men

smooth like pebbles
in a pattern of stone
granite and marble
muscle and bone

steel and fire
ice and rain
carved in history
again and again,

in word of water
leaf and stem
river and flower
the charcoal of men

Nap of monarch’s wing

On nap of monarch’s wing have I not flown?
Done crossed times mortal ravages
Into that livery my king holds his throne
Save all; but these wolfs and savages.

Did I not unfurl unto such cherub reaches?
Cocooning; scatter my minds, lustrous web.
Fly over blue vaporous sparking beaches
Did I not crumble ashore and ebb?

Like some oily driftwood haven’t I rolled...?
Prodigiously darker in nonchalant waves
Emphatic is the harvest moon I behold:
Oh—edify my soul with one that saves?

The monarch’s beauty is but royally savaged
The landscape of any hungry larvae ravaged.

The cat’s cradle

Hold it as a child—could
Only the melting snow,
Love is a living hope
Hope a living hell.

Love is a dew lit web
Strung across our hearts
In love alone do we worship?
In death are we then loved?

Love you’ve got beauty

Love you’ve got beauty
In abundance oh so rare
It’s wild and it’s earthly
-golden as buttercups in your hair
Unadorned and oh so radiantly
-dressed in arrangements fair.
Is that slender hourglass figure
Where I gaze into nature
Only, now all too aware!

O" child of mine grow no-older

Place your head upon my shoulder
O" child of mine grow no-older.
Less life’s platitudes make you stronger.
Stay with me a little longer!

Misfortune" rings her lowly bell
she’s waiting there to here you, yell.
Solemnly she’s genial but who should tell.
She’d wish all that’s virtuous smote in hell!

O" child of mine grow no-older.
Than the stone Jesus Christ moreover!
Newborn, bold-over...

Birds of a bee?

Each man to his sin
Each man from his soul
Will set free his Skeletons
Savages amongst us
Birds of a bee
Black is a magpie
See him mirrored in you
And Me?

The wonder of the magic

The moonlight is with you
It leaves you aglow
And glides in your footsteps
Where shall ever you go...?

Like the heart of a mountain
Laced deep in the snow
Your beauty has a thunder
In the heart of its soul

So soft is its music
So still is its air
That the wonder of the magic
Is that it was ever really there...