Eyes roam darkness Searching anything that might take focus Aimless as drifters And wide as a full moon Hope springs eternal for the blackness to seep blessedly into the mind A gentle cloud to summon rest and restoration Bodily ready as if for crucifixion Arms open welcoming fairies and magic dust Prayers uttered Give me … Continue reading How Slow the Night →

Shadows cast long upon weary lands  Eagerly pouring into even darker spaces, Creatures scurry to their holes and caverns Calls to salute the eve and salutations to neighbours welcome rest and the closing of the day, The sounds escalate and fade as wings flutter and little legs scurry Noses nuzzle Wings cover chicks Body and warmth … Continue reading Night →

My house  Will have walls of wood and stone Wide planks and earthen floors facing a garden where wild things come  A conservative that gives warmth to everyone A fire place wide and made with stone It shall be where stories are told and dogs and cats fight for the warmest place A large farmhouse table … Continue reading My House →

 Sunshine catches the glinting of precious gems  Off lakes and creeks  Dew rests like precious stones Upon the vallied grassy zones Thrown out like seeds at harvest Slipping away like oases in the dessert Eyes can barely keep from closing Enervating  As dawn becomes the day

As rare as diamond from dark pressured reaches Canons are sounded when one is founded Represented as holy Created for one only Placed upon a region Known to all In all seasons You are held in my hand My heart and my reason I give it to you My hand My heart My reason   … Continue reading Engagement →

Water drips As frost unfurls Releasing all nature from icy bounds Beauty is marked upon each leaf Melting away  Like tears upon grief Growth pushes upwards Green and flowers abound Nothing can stop it When Spring comes 'round  

Let me fill you fuller than full As I empty my pockets Whilst I take my fill Destroying one planet at a time  I ravish you I take you all for mine Desperately seeking to rid myself of trash I take you out also Like rubbish and ash

Little Wren and Little Billie Sit and sing and flit about her They sing joyful, vibrant songs to her, for her and about her Through her gnarled and knotted branches She is The Aged Apple Tree She knows you well and kept you hid She fed you the fruits that she grew upon herself The … Continue reading Apple Tree →

Upon the world the rain doth fall And from the rainbow People were formed Each a shade as coloured as Mother Falling together All over the ether Separating Yet finding each other Offering differences Uniting the brother Colours burst forth As sun shines upon it       For Alex Shmalex for inspiring a Poet