In Blooming Ruin

A boy who was proud - and wrong - and foolish

Was crushed by only one apathetic truth

There was not a hero to his story

A vessel to be used -  to be crushed - to be soothed

Now he would happily break his body

If purpose would deign to fall on his frame

But he can't remember the last time he's felt 

That breath in his ear or the spirit of shame

Is a man better in blooming ruin

or is prideful folly a gift for the son?

Now he's too humble to care for the difference

Not that it matters for all or for one.

My Love, My Heart, My Wife

By grace and laughter, in joy I fall 

Ever more deeply in love with you.

Through passion, intent on true desire.

In smiling eyes, coquettish fire.

In comfort or labor the peace I find. 

Unending patience, always kind.

My fondest thought each day's your face.

Freckled with charm, a warm embrace.

Through sadness & sorrow in hope we'll stand 

I will always hold your hand.

For nothing loved is truly gone.

My infinite rose - you are my song.

My love, my heart, my wife I know

Beauty in servant's hands will grow.

Through marriage I see and feel what's true.

The gift of God is hope in you.

The Mystic Chords of Memory

Unmoored.

    ...and drifting

                                        .shrinking to a fog-obscured 

               shade of what once was on

                               ...storming beaches.

Are you dreaming?

        Are you

 you.

                     ... i hear a cold 

and distant psalm

As mocking laughter

 ..the echo.

                of my hero...

      ..no longer in

                                        this empty vessel

       tied now...

      only by the blood

                and the mystic chords

                                                                 of memory

A Bird Took Flight

Kingfisher, Kingfisher

Spread your ghostly wings

I held a little bird

But the baby didn't sing

Blue feathers landing

In a clear, cruel light

Off a broken dock

A bird took flight

Kingfisher Kingfisher

Will you ever stay?

I held a baby bird

How can you fly away?

There's comfort in the wings

There's weeping in the night

Kingfisher flew away

And our bird took flight

Tower of Cloud

Frame of bone

corporeal home

colder darker shell

To a

Chasm of void

soul devoid

depth ne'er can tell

Or a

Valley of fire

hissing pyre

crimson pulsing hell

Is a

Tower of cloud

 His shining shroud

A wispy golden bell

?

Questions real

none revealed

ever fill this well