A Week of You

One moment is stuck ‘tween my mind and my heart.

Through the plains of the days that would keep us apart,

It wandered with motions unbounded by sight, 

For no truth had it found after leaving your light.

Hot frost on your lips in a break from the freeze.

That memory stands still unflung by the breeze

Of a thousand old winters and ancientry’s rime.

That kiss I’ll recall through the vastness of time.

 It could be the hour that’s loosing these thoughts

Or the leftover lees of a legion of shots.

But I’ve drunk not a drop, and still shall I warn

That what’s said after midnight maintains in the morn.

So listen with all that you’re willing to give,

For these lines I recite are the lyrics I live.

This chance of enchantment impels me to pray

For an omen from you that could tell me to stay.

Daughter of Pearl

You’re a pearl that’s aflame, and the moment you came

Sent the whole of my soul in a whirl.

At the edge of the sea in a garden of glee

That’s untouched by the turbulent swirl

Of the waves’ ancient haze, you capture my gaze

And draw me anon to your side.

Unbound by the ground on a throne of the sound

Of wisdom not burdened by pride,

You reside in a state of favourable fate

And enchant your exalted demesne.

Bring me in from the cold and into the hold

Of the blessed embrace of your reign.

Your presence pervades the expanse of the glades

That surround your palatial abode.

Every point on your isle you anoint with your smile.

You’re the reason I restlessly rode

Through the nights and their skies in the search for the eyes

That might deem in my dreams to meet mine.

Having had just a taste of the glory that graced

My mind in oneiric design,

I ask for the boon if it won’t seem too soon

Of a word that would say that I’m right

For unleashing my heart like a storm from the start

Of a love of indelible light.

D(e)adiversary

Though I’d wish more, I cannot mourn

This life that glowed before ‘twas torn.

While the soul’s to darkness tossed,

All it’s left is never lost.

Thrones

A throne appeared inside my mind

As you before me came.

It’s placed in power without kind

That only you could claim.

For time untold it hid in wait

Afore you made ingress

Into my life and patient fate

And led me to confess

A love that’s worth such lofty height

Above all other thought.

Your seat abides in splendid might

And never is forgot.

Coral Corona

Your face against the sky as stars awake.

Your eyes beside the night as shadows rise.

Your hair against the moon as moments break.

Your lips apart in megatonic cries.

Stray coral strands are coyly spread

About the edge of lunar shade.

An astral crown around your head

Hangs lightly 'pon a blessed braid.

Dusted with the void's debris,

The dark is lost within your locks.

Freed of distant time's decree,

You toss your fate where wildness walks.

Your tresses drag by old remains

Of constellations cold and dim.

Far brighter than their faded fanes,

You flout the fates with wanton whim.

Comely Beast

Lady, you're a comely beast

You sit upon a throne of sighs.

You feast upon the scenes you hold

Within your stricken, skyward eyes.

Unstable poise and sultry chic

Defend a tender sense inside.

You seek the sights of stranger worlds

Where shadows of your spirit hide.

Your breath against the light is faint.

You fade amidst a quiet breeze.

You slip within the winds of spring

And slide on out as luck decrees.

A mandate made on fated whim

Begins a glimpse of shapely ways

Through chance and circumstantial faith

For dreams that shift between the days.

Chrome Weirdness

In shattery thrills, your clatter's shrill,

But still your tatter's bold.

Your zills collide beyond the break

Your fractured frame can hold.

Your reckless zest's not ceasing soon,

For caution you forsook.

Your splinters sing of times and trials

That track the path you took.

Your song resounds within your scars.

Your din is never done.

Your chrome enchantment strides the stars

To rest beside the sun.

StormSinger

Tones of the tempest inspire the air.

Verses of firmament fire and flare.

Foudroyant inflections ignite the expanse.

Electric expressions explode in the chants.

Words of the welkin ascend in a spark.

A madrigal's dazzle endangers the dark.

The winds in their wise whip around into flaws

That erupt in a rapture of ragious applause.

Fulminous phrases inflame and exalt

Through the boundless embrace of the heavenly vault.

The elements' echoes resound in a gale

And blow through the sky with a 

revelrous wail.

The language of lightning coruscates out.

Choruses clash in a volatile shout.

Enormous and nimbose, the notes float along.

They summon the force of the storm in a song.

A Near Romance

With radiant fury to beat back the light,

She sweeps by the finical fringes of night.

Her burden's replete with the cargo of sleep,

But she's fleet without din or duress.

In the fabric of dreams does she dress.

Where somnolent shades incessantly sway

And motes of old moments retreat from the day,

She strays through the sky as a shimmering sigh.

Amid drowsy designs she descends.

Aimless visions she wantonly sends.

Dysphoric delight's in the daze that she's spread

Where dozy delirium's remnants have fled.

Mere traces remain from the grace of her grain,

For memory's formless and faint.

It fades without rule or restraint.

God and Monster

Once the northern seas did roil.

Those turbid waters churned with hidden strife.

From foreign soil their vaunted saviour came

And gave for them his own immortal life.

No man could face the scourge that dwelt below,

But myth may match the might of fabled dread.

No earthly sword could bring the creature low.

A hammer forged from lightning sought its head.

Upon the waves was reckless vengeance waged.

Divine assault by eldritch wrath was met.

Though thunder swung and briny sinew raged,

The fate of both was from inception set.

Here lies a place untouched by sun

Where god and monster fell as one.

Key Change

Your vanished voice pervades my head

Like fanfare from the past

That echoes out from brazen bones

In haunted, hollow blast.

The dirge that now distracts my mind

Was born from joyous hymn.

But aeons intervene to turn

That golden cadence grim.

Like tunes that played in serenade

For courts of bygone year,

Your whispers danced within my dreams.

Now nightmare's all I hear.

The spectre of your silence looms

Above the song you left.

Its ghostly notes remain alone

From symphonies you reft.

Touch of Frost

The colour worn upon the wing

Of a bird in newborn spring

May fall fore winter's chill descent.

Its splendour's for a second lent.

A flower grown to proud display

Bears the seeds of its decay.

Its petals wilt by time's own will

Before it's felt to have its fill.

An eye that saw through lens of bice

May lose its lust to age's ice.

The gem that shone in dazzling blaze

Shall dull erelong to frigid haze.

Though moment's pass the beauty fades,

Still the soul its mark pervades.

Small in scale and brief in turn,

Its vivid shade may ever burn.

That Arachnid

Spider, take my dreams away.

String them up above my head.

Pose before my face and scream.

Sting my slumber with your dread.

Each eye’s a claw that scratches sight.

I taste your gaze upon my skin.

The rough designs of torment swell.

Your body bloats on fetid sin.

You spin my thoughts away from sleep.

You drag them far from sickly peace.

You hide them in your mind’s grotesque

Till threats of senseless freedom cease.

No breath escapes the walls you weave.

No hope relieves the captive husk.

Your silent spite proceeds in shade

And crawls upon the edge of dusk.

Othala

A supple love stood steady watch.

Its votive vigil never erred.

Though fate has ceased that patient gaze,

Its freely given wisdom's spared.

No pause is caused by grieving's grip.
No place is saved for cold despair.

The long repose can bring no close

To all this life has brought to bear.

Protean

You're flowing deep like swirling seas.

Your waves approach my waiting knees.

Beneath your beat I would submerse

And drown below your boundless verse.

Surround me in your turbid sound

And steal me from the barren ground

Of lands that feel not rain's release.

Erode this parched and hollow peace.

Wash away the dunes of doubt

And dowse this desolated drought.

Slip me through unsteady shoals

Into the tides of twining souls.

Slake this ancient thirst in full.

Slay me with your fatal pull.

These eyes shall know their final close

As breath is reft by liquid prose.

Dusty

May sky's own iron clad the coming year

'Gainst senseless doubt and needling fear.

Let ursine sinew lend its splendid force

To send you through your wending course

While every wish your wilful heart may sing

Makes haste to you on witchy wing.

As wintry night with sudden speed descends,

A shifting light therein resplends.

By its dance, a subtle limen breaks.

Beyond, a future fate awakes.

A Road Ode

Your lash is a span to distant domains.

Iridian bridges and ciliate lanes

Course through the cosmos and straight to your eye

Where revelrous realms of enchantment do lie.

Unbound by the hour of typical time,

I'll travel those highways of slender sublime.

The rays of your gaze bedazzle and daze.

They play upon paths in a shimmery haze.

Stricken by splendour and smote by your sight,

I'm blind in the brightness of luminous flight.

Your glare is the grace at the end of my chase,

And it shines in the infinite night.

Woe When You Know

It's woe when you know that you're tearing apart,

But the torment won't go if you take out your heart.

When you're callous and cruel, you're  no less of a fool.

Still pain's on the path of a glorious start.

Your veins are aflame with the wishes you waste.

Your silver tongue's sour from losing the taste

Of the rarest delight that vanished by  night.

No speed is enough to escape from your haste.

You're locked into loss and trapped by your trust

Till your tethers decay and your chains go to rust.

But they're forged in the fire of rampant desire,

And those bonds can't be broken by lust.

She Was a Teenage Tree Mage

Her roots reach around to unravel my soul.

Botanical bombast's imbuing her bole.

Her branches are grasping at shreds of the sky.

Her soil seems to teem with the sound of her sigh.

The seeds of her spirit are sown in my sight.

I'm deep in the weeds of her wilding delight.

The leaves of her love are alive with the verd

Of lingering laughter and whispery word.

She's bare in the bloom of a blissful embrace.

Her bosom's the blossom of estival grace.

Her grove is aglow in the growing romance.

Its glimmering glee is enchanting my glance.

Her forest's a force of felicitous fate.

Her face is a flower with power to sate.

Dryadic desire's afire in full.

I'm doomed in the draw of her delicate pull.

The blood of the rose is my chosen defeat.

It shows what it knows as it flows in the heat.

The secrets it sings bring the sting of the thorn.

By the pain that it pays, a new season is born.

Recovery

I wasn't the one to recover your heart.

I let down my guard too fast from the start.

I took what you said to a place in my head

Where nothing could break it apart.

You told me you'd tell me, but I couldn't wait

For a piece of a promise that's coming too late.

I've come to believe I'm not built to grieve

For feelings more fickle than fate.

I sought out to solace a slice of your soul,

But somehow I see I'm not set for that role.

I let in some light but never caught sight

Of glimmer or gleam of that goal.

But though I pull out of the pledge that I made

And abandon the plans and potential we laid,

I need you to know that some things don't go.

The future that finds you won't fade.