Last Halo's Touch

I dream tonight of a forthright companion,
a nebula of familiarity
and the promise of tomorrow.
I hold the warm charm potential
close to the chamber of spirit
and let the echoes of ancestry
touch upon her form.
In resonance I feel promise,
and the chamber glows
with the shimmer from her eyes.

What world awaits to unfold it's cries,
it's triumphs, elations, and ardour?
It is this question that I dream,
and each moment that I dream
a fractal of continuity blesses her grace
and traces aeons of destiny
through labyrinths of space
as the time between last halo's touch
fades to nothing in a lasting embrace.

Along the Creek Side

Along the Creekside

Silent bright pain
in thousand colors fallen few;
scattered leaves and shattered dreams,
dancing lightly, follow you
with the scent of fall,
full of warm promises
and the mercy to pardon you all.

far blue sky
so far from eye
as far as the hope
for I to die

To hibernate from
the silent bright pain
during the winter to come
and the absence of shame;
leaking through fissures in silence,
speaking in riddles of defiance,
my lonely tortured heart
aches to open to the failing sun;
along the creekside the wolf did run.

Turned Aside

Turned aside

Warfare, greed, and catastrophe
around the world abound,
genocide and corrupted lies
foster unholy political ties--
from the earth this cannot hide
from the stars comes the giant tide
tsunami
tsunami
devastation tragedy magnified.

global relief effort unified;
inside we try to dignify
all the moments we turned aside
from the pain and the horror
of humanity divergent pacified.

Unanswered

Unanswered
In a cold and vacant day,
haunted by sunlight
and the great blue reminder
of the pain of now,
the fierce wild wind
pushes mercilessly against motion,
pushing deep into the memory chasm
to the Gothic reminder
of the sorcery to your becoming.

Fighting the torrent
to the crest of the hill
to relax in the moment
and escape the soul's chill,
ascend into revelry
of madness, and kill
the urge to delusion
of the devil's own thrill.

Who made me do it--
abandon myself?

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

Naked floating heartache,
rising in the night, bleeding senselessly
into dry motive dreams;
screams in the doorway
mark rigid defiance of alien forms.
Half life bred, incessant doom compliance
to falsely nurtured mediocrity agendas
in the plaintive now and lucid tomorrow.
Forever I shall find misery
in the hallway connected to the doorway . . .

Footsteps found pleading
next to the bleeding
as the escape ghost
haunts its way to forgiveness,
forgiveness of self.