Depth of Descent

I fail to recall the time of my fall,

But the depth of descent is assured.

The grace of your gaze through a strawberry haze

Gave a shock as it left me allured.

Your entrance was hushed, but its subtlety crushed

Every hope that I had of escape.

My heart was laid bare by the braid of your hair

And the slender design of its shape.

Your crystalline gleam on the edge of my dream

Gives a shimmering sharpness to sleep.

By your voice's embrace, I'm awoken apace,

And I know that I've fallen too deep.

As the Crow Falls

The beat of corvine wings surrounds

A nightmare realm at languid pace.

No cease does seem to meet their sounds.

Their stale miasma stays in place.

They seem surreal, but in their berth

Another dream takes vibrant form

To rise against the worry's worth

And ride the world out through the storm.

At every step she skews my sight

From fright to cheer and lights my mind

Where fear's forgot beneath delight

While fate's fresh face is growing kind.

The wretched pall of shadows cast

By fetid flights across the sky 

Shall soon enough fall to the past

And let love be reborn thereby. 

Sorry Not to Say

If I said not enough, I feared saying too much.

I felt fated to love from before your first touch.

Did I think that my thoughts couldn’t be understood?

I’m a fool, for I feel now that only you could.

It can still seem surreal in your world between realms

Where the brightness you bless me with fair overwhelms.

It’s a journey I make for the sake of the sight

That does meet my approach with invincible light.

If I’d noticed a chill as I left your embrace,

It would be worth the while  to partake of your grace.

But you cultivate climes that may rival the heat

Which erupts from my heart at the speed of its beat.

If I failed in my folly to fully convey

The affection I focus on you and your way,

Let me pray for your patience and find in my style

The right moment to say what I see in your smile.

Adorement

You wear mystique like purest ink.

It coats your skin in fine designs

That play upon a precious brink

Where magics under madness twine.

With every freshly ended kiss,

My gaze is locked within your glow

Till I am blind in fulgent bliss.

Then to your salving lips I go.

The silver of your shadow shines

E’en through the dark that fast befalls.

Where mine own star with yours aligns,

There’s answer to my ancient calls.

Write Lightning

Let’s write our names in lightning

And mark our time in flame.

Remember every glory

Our story spreads to frame.

Upon my heart is graven

Each sound your lips did breathe.

My soul is never silent

Where all your songs do seethe.

The etchings of an evening

Shall last beyond the night.

In far and unseen aeons,

Their words are ever bright.

The message of the moment,

Immortalized in mind,

Can only grow more potent

In futures fit to find.

Fay Way

Her fairy ways and airy wise

Do match the magic in her eyes.

No glamour could from me conceal

The charms her open arms reveal.

With vastest voice or softest speech,

Her words through endless worlds can reach.

I heed decrees and arcane calls

That hie me through her haven’s halls

Where chantments without count can hide

While she in shifting pose would glide.

A forest of her forming waits

Beyond black horn and ivory gates.

A clime she’s made where spring resides

Through all of earthly seasons’ tides.

Her weather’s fair, but if she’s fain,

She’ll summon up a soothing rain.

The stuff of stars does coat her cloud.

With grace of space is it endowed.

Her jewel-like jungles glow and gleam

In tune with her candescent dream.

Her far and unknown fields abide

While I with all my swiftness ride

To seek her sancitified estate

Where she my faith in full may sate,

For there is placed a promised fate

That is at last in full descried.

Psalm for a Solstice

Solstitial shakes and Samhain shivers

Ripple out on distant rivers.

Rumblings of the season's stride

Make quakes on Gaia's lumpen hide.

Seisms seize the torn terrain

And crack it with ecstatic strain.

Signs of winter's coming pall

Stir to quicken gloaming's fall.

The timbre of a growing breeze

Lowers fore the waiting freeze.

The sounds it carries slow and glower.

What once was frantic now is dour.

A muddled message they convey

In nervous dirge and hazy lay.

The tidal rise of that refrain

Reaches peak as summer's slain.

An Untried Triad

I fought off the words that rose to my lips

Whenever I felt your embrace.

It felt strange to contain, but it spared all the pain

That the phrase would have brought to your face.

It's a sentence all know, but I kept it below,

For such things aren't accepted in haste.

It's the truth I believe, but it's not one received

Without risk of creating a waste.

I disguised it in song where it wouldn't go wrong.

It belonged far away from your eyes.

But all that's in the rear, and now there's no fear

To be clear where it wouldn't be wise.

The feeling's too vast to forget when it's passed,

But it's not to be said when it's new.

As the last bell has tolled for the memory I hold,

I can finally say it to you.

Minding the Mines

Delving through this mantled land,

An adept deft with crafty hand

Seeks new fortune by the morn

In riches from earth's bosom torn.

Digging deep into the ground

For any worth that can be found,

His squatty shape displays no wear

As he pursues his single care.

His pointed ear does bear no bead

Of sweat as soil his fingers knead.

His lumpen limbs make moves with grace

That life's denied his wizened face.

His nose is sharp enough to aid

The pick he wields to ply his trade.

But time and toil could never fray

The winsome glint his eyes display.

Beyond the Black

Beyond the black is dream alone.

Its varied shapes are seldom known.

It shifts to match the searching eye

Afore such sight can start to scry.

No lucid truth is left behind

Within the reach of waking mind

No revelation waits the light.

Before the morn, it's taken flight

On darkling wings that melt away

By the shine of breaking day.

Brief moments see their trails disperse

Like fading notes of vanished verse.

Where dawn would reach, they cannot hold.

Bold by night, their banners fold.

No reason forms the brief retreat.

Never shall the conscious meet

The vast advance and worthy rack

Of lore that's lost beyond the black.

Reign On

A smile of timeless poise abides

As distant, disparate kin convene.

A steely wisdom subtly guides

With noble wit and vision keen.

Enthroned in grace, her pose is still,

But eyes of dauntless age disport.

The glories of her glances fill

The corners of her comely court.

The season shifts. An era ends.

That seemly soul departs the scene.

Her reign remains as she ascends

To realms that best befit a queen.

Love Thickness

The vein runs deep with passion’s flow.

Love’s ichor seeps toward the core.

Liquid lust reveals a spoor

Wherein its viscous vice may show.

Alight with scents of ebon tar,

The straits of sensual fury boil.

With oily gleam, their torrents roil

Through steaming streamlets fast and far.

Traced in tracks of treacly tricks,

Swirls of slickest passion stir.

Ferocious seas of sick allure

Seethe in sin of vicious mix.

A sanguine sluice sends the urge

To every nerve but never slakes.

In full the venom’s vigour wakes

Where runs of wanton will converge.

Cold Creche

Light on a leaf brings a spark of relief

To lands unattended and pale.

Let hollow terrain now swallow its pain

Neath winter's immaculate veil.

A vasty white cloak might threaten to choke 

Vitality's mote from the earth,

But there's hope to be found through the chills that surround

The seeds that precede a rebirth.

A barren disguise hides the immiment rise 

Of vibrancy's stubborn return.

It's hanging on still with the flickering will 

Of a candle's resilient burn.

Under frigid veneer, a new reign is near.

It stirs as its spirit grows strong.

Naught's fully lost in the fastness of frost,

And nothing is fallow for long.

Boho Barbarian

Strike your lips against the sky.

Shake the haze out with your cry.

Trample on in boots of suede.

Celebrate a raving raid.

Your hair's the match of any crown.

Berserker beats are bearing down.

Swing the blade of screaming style.

Whip across with whirlwind wile.

Shatter sieges with your strut

For fetes of fame and glory's glut.

Sing to bring the thunder out.

Lightning rides upon your shout.

Superfine fury's on stage.

Rage beyond bonds of the age.

Savory Sense

Rap me in your sly embrace.

Entrap with trances, glee, and grace.

A frosty moon that rises soon

Shall dance with summer's final trace.

Spice the scents that stain the skies.

Entice with tricks and shifty sighs

Quiescent tones that chill the bones

Lie deep within candescent cries.

Seize me with a sultry breeze.

Exult before the season flees.

Assault my sight with stubborn light

That warmly wards off future's freeze.

Subtly have the shadows massed.

Their young domain is cool and vast.

Maintain your grasp through autumn's rasp

And hold your heat unto the last.

 

Fraud and Fulgor

Take from me my thunder!

Rob me of my roar.

Strip me of my sinew

And lift away my lore.

Imitate my ire.

No sham will be the same.

Forgeries of fire

Shall fade against my flame.

None can match my mettle.

No fake could face my force.

Cries against my clamor

Are fated to be hoarse.

Dim before my candour,

Deception soon will show.

Frail affronts now falter,

And falseness falls below.

The Hour After Autumn

In the hour after autumn,

There’s an old, unsteady glow.

It enshrouds the fallen season

Till the winds of winter blow.

There’s a moment in the gloaming

As the sighs of summer cease

When the weather wends its roaming

Through a slight and sombre peace.

Though the cracks are surely showing

In the frailty of the heat

As the calls of cold are growing,

There’s no haste in its retreat.

Till hibernal chills awaken

And the flights of frost arrive,

Ancient ardour shan’t be shaken.

Still the strains of sun survive.

Time at Least

Before the final ember tires

Within the hearth’s inviting fires,

There’s time at least for joyous feast

Among the songs of ageless choirs.

The sanctum of the season’s hollow

Wherein no sullen storm may follow

Allows at last a ripe repast

And lets the livened laughter wallow.

As darkling skies descend to glower

About the tips of tinsel bower,

Embrace the taste of wishes placed

Upon the fringe of festive hour.

The Softest Curse

Her fingers dance in wicked tunes.

Her wrists release infernal runes.

Her softest curse inflames the air

And spreads the scent of soul despair.

By her whim is ruin wrought .

Destruction seeps from idle thought.

Her hex withholds no hint of pain

But sends in force her fullest bane.

Strife escapes beyond her smile

As ire aches in every wile.

Disaster springs behind her tread

And leaves a wake of comely dread.

By shattered oath and shallow vow,

She lets no doubt distort her brow.

No crease or furrow marks her face.

No mercy cracks the mien of grace.

The Sound of Flight

Beyond a fine facade of cloud,

Her spirit struts across the air.

In welkin's eviternal shroud,

She wears her hopes upon her hair

Like jewels that sultry visions bring

Of foreign skies where wishes wing.

A chain of prayers adorns a chest

That fortune's fickle rays have scarred.

It shimmers through with futures blessed

By shifty strands of vague regard.

Below it rests a painted clasp

Of hues that wait before her grasp.

A brace of metal hugs her wrist.

It bears a gem upon its face

That twinkles with each moment's twist

To gird for time's mechanic pace.

The formless tricks of fate's reveal

Reflect within its fluid steel.

No sooth assaults her free delight.

It's lost amid the sound of flight.