Dark Night On The Forest

The forest’s edge stands astride,
giving way to thoughts of obsidian tint.
Fingers of plutonian ore
swallow beast and tree
in despondent sigh.
No comfort comes from the starless sky;
the Moon is veiled in mourning.
Critters of leaf and grass lay unmoving,
fear held in dilated irises.
Those who own the night thread e’er softly,
seeking sacrifice to appease that old god, Hunger,
upon an altar of rotting leaves and cold soil.
But hark, dawn’s sword splits the blackness,
scattering the shadows away.
Respite comes with the morn’s first light,
under twinkling radiance shapes take form.
A new day strikes for the forest old.
Somewhere, not far, a bird sings indifferent.

I Was

I spoke to the city gray

Asking for its secrets

Enshrined behind stone

They were stepped on

By feet uncaring

I drew water pure

From a fountain

Unquenchable

To drown my 

Dreams unnatainable 

I climbed a peak bare

Touched the ceiling

Of a world chained

Yet the nomadic wind

Remained ever free

I beckoned the sea without end

It came to me unrepented

The waves touched my lips

Sharing the secrets of the deep

I found my heart again there.

I Rose A Garden

I rose a garden

Made of sighs

Nurtured with

Your silence

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Count the years

To know the seeds

Planted yesterday

Before we parted

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A garden bloomed

From quiet desperation

Brittle and ephemeral

It lies still in my heart

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Of sun-gripped lands

That you forgot 

Memories fade

Into a long sunset

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There is no garden

That holds my fears

My nightmare came

To rest in you.