My mother was a flame and my father a drop of rain now a ghost and I was a gentle open earth dreaming, a soft wind that blew planting the seeds nearly drowned at birth and still I struggle to rise from the smoke, desperate to reclaim them both, building fires in the storm, waiting…
The Songs of a Saturday
Play in the deep baritone barking of large un-neighborly dogs while little birds chime in with their softer sound and the crowing caws of my stalker or perhaps conductor checking in with a quick wave of his large dark wing then is gone like a shadow of a granted wish the dogs are now silent…
Dark Valentine
My dark distant, melancholy dreamer raven on your shoulder and the night muse whispering in your ear as the moon beckons pick up your quill reach deep into the ghost of your longing, wake and break the spell of your enchanted sleepers open the scar, deep as the grave keeper of the heart and a never…
Why So Dark?
because the night is dark the world is dark and darkness is dark because life and love has been dark and left me alone too many nights a hostage in a tiny dark room dark as my heart and I am broke and broken as the dark of my darkness unable to afford the ransom…
Butterfly
Fly leave darkness far behind, kiss the ghosts goodbye Fly Butterfly, fly and I’ll see you on the other side of this death. new flesh so do not cry but Fly Butterfly, fly on these dying wings of hope to new life reaching high so just fly, yes Fly keep flying my…
