~ Midnight Monologue

Beneath the waxing moon –

Womb of Nights sky

I am infant, small

Watching over me?

A billion blazing stars –

Nights eyes scattered,

Crossing an infinite canvas
Alone in my madness

Sad Arrow.

Sad arrow rips
Feather fall from
Horizon-to-horizon-grey
Heavens; my heart is a
Lead-skin, slow drum.
Ghost-lit snow has
Settled on the stream:
Concealing all we
Thought we knew,
All we thought we had,
Or had dealt with;

Midwinter’s Song

Your melody plays in perfect time

falling upon my heart

cradled in heavens arch

I listen as you pass

sensing your breath as it blows

fogging the frozen window in crystalline lace

where through my sleepy gaze

I sway like the draping branches

of the young willow pausing the ripples

Transparent

I never think of you
In my dawning
When dreams have early gone
and the day is eager

I never think of you
As Father Time
Drifts like lazy blossoms
Beneath a cathedral
Of boughs