1)
As the unclouded heaven, eyes bright,
Darkness without stars vast in day
With charm beckons: calls for I to stay.
Wish would I, for nothing pleases more but her light
Fading though to myself at height.
Perplexed blue in its own deep sun-ray
In it wrapped, but beyond grasp I thus pay
Eternally, for all the ends begin within sight.
Yet, though trapped in fate know I it better
To gaze once to that glory and sky,
Than end knowing not a glimpse of blue.
Worship to her heart, but hold will I never
And knowing that as true shall live I,
From beginning to end all for you.
2)
Fold this day- dark.
Passed over another for
Brilliant glory, from celestial rising mark.
Wizened night, to thee calls our gnarled bark,
Slip horizon past, and free bound over floor
Fold this day- dark.
Heavenly star climbing: beseech the lark,
Hail anew our waking tore
Brilliant glory, from celestial rising mark.
Tired life-moment, in kind remark
Still our voice in silence more.
Fold this day- dark.
Return then with branch, to rest upon the ark
And flee phantoms ashore;
Brilliant glory, from celestial rising mark.
Lay heaven stark
And pale eyes shall roar,
Fold not; this day in dark,
Glory brilliant, from celestial rising mark.
3)
No snow there is here
Bountiful sheets of rain
Fume and rage, coming near
Sweet rhythm un-tame.
What season this
Timeless forever, still each morn
Descend showers of bliss
Unto the new world is born?
Light cast from high
Blown like glass over cloud
As a river streams it by
Hidden, always in shroud.
Dark winter is this not, nor benign
But limbo this in its way fine.
4)
This place never shall I to go
Though deeply I wish it true so
Myself too, more it would be dear
But this cannot be as I know.
Know it wrong I will stay here,
Raise questions and beget lone fear
Not for to answer but to make
Time choose what shall follow this year.
Standing here I may wish to take
Looks of image for my own sake
Like fields sown for a fine reap
And harvested by pushed rake.
Age draws to me itself by leap
I fear true its tireless seep
What to me, soul tied so far deep?
What to me, soul tied so far deep?
5)
Awaken hark dawn born
Of grace, smothered flows the tide
To my bloomed rose upon new morn
Open, blossom of world turn wide
Over garden and desert-horizon rise
Noon of time endless in empty ever-day.
What of busheled green, brimmed against guise
In silent hidden ‘til new petals sway?
Slight boil this river
Past ether shudder
Grieving my moment’s close,
As failing light’s sliver
By tireless voices utter
Another shinning rose.
6)
I speak tired words
Of no honest faith
Said by others, and sung by birds
Told times more to the wraith
Who cares not for such things.
The man holy
Wears his crown of truth
In lies to the brim fully
Dares speak of love dear sooth
Yet cares not for such things.
Truth of lies and law
Without more meaning
One could point just a flaw
And shatter everything teeming
Though one cares not for such things.
I can speak few more
Words settled for dire
Truth rather then deep lore
Spilling out beyond the mire:
But I care not for such things.
7)
Between myself and mine own thoughts lost there
Thy fire consumes mind though dark light all
Thoughts conquered turns this heart a fool’s gall
And traps mentioned truth while frost but stare
Dreams of glory new-waking and love fair.
Shine morn anew and curse my spirit’s fall
Heart’s doomed fate then infinite bark tall
Hope fooled and true love again rare.
Yet mind born imagine must myself stir
Desire’s talons grasp at pained heart
Crooked marble tempts creation but jade
Doth warm mine hollow soul as tattered fir
Taunts beauty to shatter past ruined art
False love I to forget and gone wish- fade.