Biography of Peter Levy
Peter Levy's Works:
One man's roof (music CD)
Peter Levy Poems
The owl has made its move In splendor, as is fresh death A peaceful rest for broken wings That yearn no more for breath.
I Am The Blame
Life is sold, and love is bought I am the blame And I weep into my constant thought Of that, that has no name.
There is no future We drift inside space Illusion in delusion We stumble with grace.
The Rains Have Not Come Again
“The rains have not come again” he moaned His eyes frozen to the skies He wiped his brow with some oily rag And steeled his face disguise.
The owl has made its move
In splendor, as is fresh death
A peaceful rest for broken wings
That yearn no more for breath.
How soon, I wonder, shall they come
To triumph and then claim their own
This perfect form that lived beyond
Whatever now makes there its home.
I too took a magic feather