All entries for February 2009

February 16, 2009

Over the hill

Fortune twitched, entwined

     in a violet woven vine.

The setting sun winks upon

     the one who would be mine.

She sat on top the hill

     as the train rolled half past four

taking me away - the moon

     gently shuts the door.


Eyes of Angels

A room full of mirrors reflecting forevers

renders reality as fragile as April ice

and in the shimmer of the spiders silk threaded web

lives the silver droplet of the world in a sunbeam.


Rows and Throws

We hit the top of the valley with youthful bounce and lay our eyes over scenes of green golden madness.

"Light your pipes and fill your jars" I scream across the sky dome,

"We are change and more besides"

Whipping up tunes of the old days we commence our journey of sight and mind and the girls

The girls in rows and throws laughing throw us rose crowns and thongs as we gallop out in Arthurian quest.

She's on my mind as a newness rolls on past, though I'd rather her not be.

She sends me into mad chaos, what I would do for those hips and lips, her love.  Her innocence of energy galls me.

              If only she would throw me rose crowns and thongs.


February 13, 2009

I saw you that night

Think how far you have fallen O Morning Star.

I saw you that night,

In the beauty of the hills

as the ocean blew against the rocks.

The sun, a smoking fire pot and a flaming torch

blessed the earth and then

         surrendered to the night.


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