And so the earth is scorched with grief
A thousand jump ropes at your feet
The reaper stakes his battleground
The catcher in the rye cries out

Heed him now before you fade
Lest every dream a lost crusade

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Silence

Wrap me up in the past
Then spin me free of time and space
Inspiration invades my senses
Rising from the commonplace

While I wait for random praise
And cast my pearls upon the floor
Oceans beckon, landscapes listen
Silence is a higher chore

Silence dictates in absentia
Sovereign, Empress, Matron, Queen
Follow her through lowly places
Lucky those her favors glean

I Love You More

When in my arms you reach beyond me
Then sing your song like a troubadour
That doesn’t mean I love you less
I love you more

When in your youth you fight and falter
And scorn my voice, my words, my offer
That doesn’t mean I love you less
I love you more

When seeking truth births pain, not bliss
And my presence you all but ignore
That doesn’t mean I love you less
I love you more

When I am free, my exile over
And leave this world for one obscure
That doesn’t mean I love you less
I love you more

When in your memory I cease to enter
And the waves wash my name from the shore
That doesn’t mean my hour has ended
My love endures

Words

I wish that you had lived
To see how your words swell
And fill the hearts of dreamers far
And soothe the ear with rhyming knell

You place your words upon a page
Like a minuet flits across the stage

Is life too fine to touch?
Dreams too fine to dream?
Let loose the soul of all your words
Then hide away to the extreme

You place your words just out of reach
Like dreams dispel at break of sleep

A verse can charm the heavy heart
Like words proposed and soon forgotten
Tell a truth then fling it far
Beyond the rings of Saturn

I Wrote A letter

I wrote a letter to my heart
I asked her for a sign
Were you the one I’m waiting for?
She wrote back – are you blind?
The stars aligned the day we met
Two sparrows circled round
Our ancestors cast their lots
And bid us wear the crown
Of joyfulness and sadness
That flows from consecrated love
Like blue upon a canvass

Superpower

If I am honest to a T
And dot my i’s in ink
Can I exchange said truth for beauty
A flower for a candlestick
To commemorate the holy hour
I placed my heart upon my sleeve
And offered you my superpower –
A comrade to believe

Gira Sole

Turn to the sun, magnificent flower
Show us all the way
There is no shame in primal power
There is no shame in grand display

Docile habits draw us inward
Yellow is thy flame
In my ear you dared to whisper
Summer is your name

Howling wind nor sudden downpour
Dissuade you from your steadfast mission
Stand in thrall – divest – adore
Impetuous devotion

“When At Last Our Exile Here Is Ended”

I will see Your Face iridescent and splendid
And joy before now unfelt unheard
Stirs the ashes and dust of souls long interred

When at last the spell of time is broken
And seamless we are and never were nor will be
Rejoice – the perpetual Jubilee

When at last the voice of Cassandra is heeded
And Hera laughs last who cried most
“And the greatest of these is Love,” She wrote

“When at last our exile here is ended”
And the river flows to the ends of the earth
We will travel across – on wings transplendent

Death By Virtue

They say I’m made of carbon
Among other earthy elements
I breathe, therefore I am, it seems
Fire and water seep through the sediment

The afterglow of embers deep
Fanned by Venus as she weeps
Signifies my soul’s release
Death by Virtue slow and sweet

We lie beneath the willow tree
Your beauty steals my breath away
The incense of your skin, your hair, your sleeve
The moment spins in disarray

The afterglow of embers deep
Fanned by Venus as she weeps
Signifies my soul’s release
Death by Virtue slow and sweet

There is no sense or solace in goodbye
My essence shudders, refuses to concede
Magma rises, spilling from my eyes
Trust nor hope nor love stand guaranteed

The afterglow of embers deep
Fanned by Venus as she weeps
Signifies my soul’s release
Death by Virtue slow and sweet

Saint Therese

Saint Therese opened a door
And stepped into a world
Where vanity is draped in black
And hours retreat unheard
Where humility is all the rage
And a soul too small to dodge
Aches to caress the Eucharist –
On forbidden ground she trods –
Braid her hair with edelweiss
A life marked twice by sacrifice