the blossoming

Blossoming bud

tender blood of youthful soil

lays fallow

virgin turf

regained 

crimson tides

 lurch of mothers heart

 screams

  thirsts 

heart of lamb
sacrificed

beauty drips slowly

 into heavy sod

for dreaming has surrendered into a new

formless kiss

forgiveness

breathes

chances out into cool night air

free

eternal

still

river flows onwards

rejoices
becomes
memory

no longer dream

 but truth

Canyon of dreaming

 cruel harsh canyon of dreaming waits

view across the steeple chase

minds own winding road of hate

these memories so warm and chaste

heavy lull of well worn years

 chosen path of salt and tears

 melodies not played for fears

that natures beast would rise

so gallant came the wind and rain

beating, thrashing out thy name

this garment from my dew lost frame

goes dancing in the heather

if i were ghost not man nor foe

the dancing breath of you would know

i am the singer of the low

the festive mountain frame

go now into the dead of night

amongst the forest soft and light

amongst the dead forgotten frame

of a melody without a name

Prancing

Prancing through the thickets foe,

dancing, leaping gentle doe.

The crystals of the sky,

slip into night,

forming a frosty voice,

of glimmering white.

Singing low, singing high,

soft and dreamlike lullaby,

cradle memory,lost at sea,

cradle song,

 has yet to be.

dancing, singing, free and true,

lifted up, into the blue,

everlasting brilliant sky,

dancing, singing, joyful, I.

mortal

melodic ocean

hear my prayer

across the vast continent

across the heart

mortal 

you are the dew of the sun

evaporated across the plain 

the essence of time
reflected in your face

deva

songbird

elemental

flown towards spring

there is a song in thy heart

that tears down rapture

unveiling 

truth 

as soft as vapour

riding unto the wind

amid the airstream shine

is a hollow voice

in the wilderness 

speaking

the hem of the fabric of life

is woven sorrow

and woven joy

wrapped in particles of love 

reach out your hands
towards the sun
for the flames harness
all

Hope

wrap me 

coiled sheaf

the grace of god has fallen from your eye

 i am withered with memory

withered but not worn

in my hair are garlands 

that were shorn 

from the heads of angels

 within the cup of knowing

held in its vast wilderness of joy

 now severed from the branches

that once marred these walls

 searing melody

i have seen the answers 

of my heart

 hope 
restored

Incisors

They come for me

their sharp little incisors of hate

waiting at the gate of time

as rabid newts

swimming in the sea of fear

grey limpit suckers

attached to feet

clinging to rocks

as the waves wash over

as tidal currents pull me into segments of loss

loss

that dies on the breath of dawn

loss that wheres a hat

that has no name

winding down the sun

from its window

breaking up light

with a hammer of spite

go forth into the dream

with a torch in thy hand

let the beacon be lit

for rain to wash away the sorrow 

i weep

Trapeze

My sadness quakes upon the shore of being

these perforated edges

torn 

piece by piece

worn

from wearing smiles

and running from death

Lessons circulate above my head

teaching first the rudiments of a day

the A, B, C

of me

this is were I'm at

heavy bludgeons make their blow

as lead weights

they hold me in a state of fear

which defines my speech

defines my walk

defines my heart

in longing

i am performing now

the high trapeze

somersaulting into a perfect pirouette 

of guilt

The child inside of me

is quaking too

for she knows sorrow long and true

she has worn all of its guises

from time

to time

she smiles

then forgets again

her truth

Where my heart roams free is guarded by these thorny spires

the silent retreat lies hidden from view

hidden from its own reflection

I lay down my head upon the seat of love

to guide me to the river

i call truth

lead me down

lay me softly

tread here lightly

i am as brittle as a cuttlefish bone

as a shard of light

retracts

into the spaces in between

i sleep away

the pain with a bow