Author and artist, I'm finding my spirit again late in life. Old passions for poetry borne of love, loss, hope and pain, things with which everyone is familiar.
Damn them that curse love Was it love that turned infatuation to flattery? That blinded sight to perfection beyond the surface of all
My darling, may I amaze you My darling, may I astonish you With sights you've never seen Or could have seen Or would have seen
She moves through sunrise and starlight Binding the air like fire Her every footstep a new morning A distant choir sung higher
When morning comes, rising on the sun You appear to me as a Solstice breeze The very first flush a sensational rush Of you to me and me in you
When the question is asked for the sake of asking Is the Answer as meaningful as the Reply Giving a moments breath to eternity
I heard a song today I’d never heard before A symphony that ‘peared to me Like new grass on the plain I heard a song just yesterday; of this I’m raptly sure
Clay feet gain no ground The untrained eye desecrates the deific Consciousness poured into the cistern Sifted and shaken and rolled together