"Muse"

I am tired and tranquil
The mysterious night awaits
My dreams so far undreamed
Have a bright and watchful eye;
Here is where I'll lie,
On a hill beneath the sky

I muse; the stars overhead
Would make a better bed,
If they'd receive me up in arm
With a fiery golden charm,
And allow me lie there still
Above my little hill,
And above the sleep that tends
My family and friends.

Safe within their keep
I would lie in peaceful sleep.
And as time below me brings
One thousand terrible things,
And death quietly lays hold,
Of both the young and old,
I'd lie in dreamless sleep;
As in a graveyard burried deep
And my only fear to test
Would be to fall from Heaven's nest.

"Bright as a Leaf of Light in a Dark Forest"

In the forest of another night
I'll climb another tree,
And I'll see your leaf of light
And it is all I'll see.

Soft, quiet, still, and awake
You'll fall on my eyelids bare,
And with my heart, I'll reach to take
But with it I'll only tear.

Surely you'll be lost once more
I won't come find you when,
You pass through the secret door
And call me again and again.

"Riverbed"

Lead me to the riverbed,
Where I may be washed clean again
Where I may pass the angel's sword
My light, my guid, my love, my Lord

Lead me to the riverbed,
Where once I beheld a golden head
Where You swore, a candle bright,
My love, my Lord, my guide, my light

Lead me to the alters' grace,
Beyond the beauty of a woman's face
Lead me, a beggar, blind and bound
By my will or Yours, allow me to drown

Who will draw me like water from a well?
Who is given to secrets with none to tell?
And who will wash me, a gentle hand
My Lord, my guide, at Thy command?

And all who died shall live again,
They know not where, they know not when
And from this truth I shall not hide,
My Lord, my father, my shepherd, my guide.

"untitled"

I shall beg your lovely eyes
As surely as a sheep is shorn,
The dark blankets of night will arise
I shall mourn my ability to mourn,

We are spirits trapped in bodies
And we never really die.
With great joy and celebrating,
You leave your body behind.

You're older then I may ever be.
You'll go to a better place
Washed clean in a river of peace,
The thought puts a smile on my face

"The Pilgrim

There is love of knowledge, and love of truth;
There is study, and there is occupation;
There is waist, and revision revision revision;
There are apparitions; and there are very real dreams;
There are thoughts that i would never harm you with,
And a cloud of birds like periods in the sky gradually getting larger,
(but this is not just the end of a sentence)
And soon we will perceive both claws and beak;
There is birth, death, and a tower by which Emanuel watches.

August first, 2009

In the world, there is a wood
With hollow trees and a green hood
I found it one day, but all that we find
We will soon lose, both possesion and mind
. . .
In the wood, the mighty winds blew
Their lugs were deep and their voices too
All the great beams began to collide
And sing in harmony, side by side

There, so subtle, all be came still
All wanting for song the silence did fill
The winds became sleepy and gave a great sigh
They put me to bed with an unsaid, "Goodbye."

My sleep swept in like a great blue wave
From its torrents I drank, in its depth I bathed;
I was one with the shining sun
Her fiery hair, her eyes of green
And her ivory skin was found within

Then the God-given dream passed like rain
All throughout its pleasures, Satan tormented in vain.
Then my consciousness regressed to its physical state,
And still the wood sang, but its voices were faint

Like nothing, no effort, I was alone
The large hallow tree-song was now but a drone
I found myself in a boat headed downstream
And I wish to this day I had stayed in that dream
. . .
Ever do memories wane in an aging mind
Thus I will lose, though I wish only to find
There is much yet to see.
But between us there is an ocean
Yet the wind-chime-wood inspires my every motion.

"a specimen"

Do you see yourself
In the mirror on the shelf
Pinned to the wall
A creature so small?

We've studied in books
Your charm and looks
Always wondering why
When we touch we die.

"Speech"

In an empty room
I am standing still
I am speaking in whisper
It is like walking uncertain ice.

"The Flood"

And I gazed at the deep blue sea
In the dry desert night
as it silenced all of me
And shed a pretty light.

As if to call to it I gazed
And prayed with my very soul
Then I watched it amazed
As I saw the great waves roll.

They crashed for a while
In the middle then began
To grow in a style
That made tremble all the sand

All evil seemed to be
Below me like the dirt
My feet hardly touching
and the rest of me unhurt

I never closed my eyes
Nor took a step behind
Altogether unsurprised,
I watched the water rise.

When at last they reached the shore
They coverd me complete
And washed away with a roar
All the world behind my feet

Not a bone did I fracture
Nor drounding did I feel
As I was crushed beneath the waves
The holy waves that heal

Never before was I a son
In the ocean as I stood
To my God the holy one
In a world He once called, "Good"

From His hand came the ocean
From time to time I'm swimming through
With one pure and holy motion
In times of trial, where I run to.

"I would not harm you"

There is a tower with a view of the earth
watching over us in our houses
The angels will all sing
Floating white figures around its nakid stone,
Near the mountain

Mother, hold your child tight
And keep your eyes on the tower
For late is the hour in which you have come

"Still lost in the music?"
He gently asked her
But to which came no reply
Only a smile

And the father gazed into the eyes of his child
But spoke no words of love
And again he took his eternal watch
And sent them from his tower above.

Limbo-Tourism

Going down the bike trail on a hot summer's nightEnveloped in the trees and scarlet sky
My colorful feathered felted friend
Me and mine, my hollow friend
Beside the willow we'll make a bed
We'll set a nest in its roots, she said,
"Lie down on the ground, I'll lay some eggs,
This night we share is always young."
O lovely one, on your stream
I row my boat, life is but a dream
But that space where our eyes meet
Is frail. Still you hold me
Benign and bent on but one thing
But time is ment to end our being
Your woods, your nest, your tear to mend
Never I. Me and my hollow friend