1)
Down far fallen for dismissed dreep
Drowning fuelled depression fire
There brought and shudder and weep
This crossed thinly cared liar.
Daylight daresay ‘dreamed-flung’ freedom fear
Deadening dreary fingers frail do fall
And shiver the Rose quakes shedding tear
Spun bloomed pedals dashed about all.
Descent forlorn falters doth deem
Demise drenched drawn furrowed flying
Over yon emptied Rose nought teem
With ocean wind blown sighing.
God here upon shaken knees kneel I pray
For Her my shattered Rose to love in our new day.
2)
My light seen through glory brings
Ran memories laced in tales strung
Out-brighted eyes fled to veiled vision young
Leaving wizened shadows to speak in strings
Wrought wholly of twined Joy in rings
Stunted of bounty, sky cruelled and shun
Awaken and rising but not high in morn wrung
Leaps again the shadow to cut my swept wings.
Wrapped through Joy deserving I?
Torch glow held in fingers cupped
Felt of velvet orange height burning
Not in loss aside I turn and to another shy
Embrace hands still in Joy supped
And truly know what is her yearning.
3)
Star split to spiral and blooms twine,
Bleeding distance comes sweeping as morn
Flowers over flamed horizon shine.
Pale shore bleach warming of mine
Own birth and land thence seen scatter torn
Star split to spirals and blooms twine,
Closing these eyes blinked upon this sign
Imagined dark lay new light as born
Flowers over flamed horizon shine.
Glory straight elemented sun-line
Streaks over our world worn.
Star split to spirals and blooms twine,
Vision bathed white symphony such of wine
Bright, yet ourselves known true forlorn
Flowers over flamed horizon shine.
False found brilliance fine!
Hark its coming stare rising over mountain horn-
Star split to spirals and blooms twine,
Flowers over flamed horizon shine.
4)
Orange horizon sun melting rose-clouds deep
Supple trace’d mountains silhouette warm peaks
Over-leaning azure ocean hues. Sleep
Tired day and rest for soon tomorrow speaks.
Dark sky with now stars spread
Whispering faint tranquil islands of moment
Do hark ideal beckoning and tears- to bed
You and I will go not for our time is yet unspent.
Flare new zenith-light through thin misted morn
Determined celestial star rises fainted above tree tips
A perfect white linen shade falling between our embrace and torn
We parting fall, lest part once met with tender joined lips.
Oh such sorrow mixed pain never felt would I miss
More then losing your soft touch of that parting kiss.