ANOTHER NIGHT WITHOUT THE MOON.................
HOLLOW WOODSMAN
I walk through the woods along a path we made Life has fallen from the trees My steps and breath too small to pierce the winter coma The only thing that carries me along is the stream I split the dead Too tired to live for a hundred years Or laid low by the ravishing wind My axe is hollow and blind My hands cracked and cut I am building muscles and flesh To take up the space my spirit has left You are out of range Smoke in the heavens, lost in clouds Only with a rainbow could I reach your heart So many lost arrows Now you are gone The weight of life has made the world flat An empty vase The flowers stolen Growth has become stone I wish the long horizon would smile A half moon to sail into eternity Powered by the laughter of dogs |
TO: V
She's my upside down girl
my missing tower she was no sage for all but she was my tree of knowledge beyond my good and evil the explanation of more than clockwork motivation Now you are gone no-one speaks our language I read aloud the poems you left for company like prayers now that my home is an abandoned cathedral of unlit matchsticks WINTERWING In wan winter the treetops twine like walrus whiskers rooting for treasure in the blind bed of the sky the stars shut their eyes hiding from intrusion illusion in sharp silence the clear air needles nerves cheeks swollen woodpeckers pin the sky stiletto faces surgeon the forest in winter sometimes time is too slow to move |
STARSONGin the murk of now
I can see the bright stars of our past shining through me and on a near immortal life a light that will still be a guide- a beacon after the world is extinguished kings will follow prophecies made children born with certain gifts yet on our love will race a spaceship of memories some bear gifts some take gifts sailors find home and I stare long at night holding my eyes open so that during the day the shape is burned on my retina and all day I see the stamp of our astral horse the seal of our love and when we are the dust that stars are made of that fire in the night will still be a laughing child a few earth times it will collect disciples on new planets all revolving around those years bursting at the seams now so bright only closed eyes can see |