Bringing a penumbra on white
like trees on winter snow
my shadow lends the nature
not physical, but seen
...
There is a veil I can now see,
It blinds my way
To the place
My heart lies in.
...
Mercy, how heaven holds the hopeful at bay
Granting entrance to warblers with pending invitation.
Though holders are less worthy than most;
The golden aura bathes their sins in blinding
...
drowned in a pool of violet
the windows pour forth invisible echos
the leaking panes - my decrepit house-
leaking against a flooding ocean.
...
Contrary, this mark I make
To write is error, I bid -
Mistake! Keeping on hand a
Feeling, neigh? Give others
...
The spirit swims in
shallow beds made
by torrents of tides
whetting rocks, swirled inland.
...
I know what madness is.
When I am up and
You are up but to each other down.
When ceiling walls and
...
Perched on pads, against
azure velvet swaying
with universal song,
firey saphire brilliance
...
Often I wonder when you will
see how ignorant you are
when you try to push your
way over my will
...
Where the water marks
Bury our souls in trance
Laying wishes to beds
Sowed in line, never
...