Final Thoughts
Lying on the floor
Wounded in a luxury hotel
His eyes pulse
To the beat of final thoughts
He sees the moon beyond the window
Winding around the gilded curtains
To the south lies home
Abandoned years ago
There was that night
When he headed out
And took a boat along a stream
To see the northern lights
This night though was his last
He met a woman
And met a thrill
He could not find at home
Songs of a New Morning
from the shore
where I can see it all
as it floats away
to some other land
where the sun continues to shine
for centuries
and treetops
sway in the wind
filling the grass
with wandering pollen
*
worn out
like a flag flown
for many years
*
alone here
where your lips once
had left a mark
*
once
I looked up
at the stones
and there opened a path
into the night
lit by torchlight
Depths
As We Travel There Alone
The friends we had, the friends we left
Along the siren streets
A signal past, a thousand thefts
In red light, white light beats
Oh, where can I rest in this hidden town
As wind comes whistling through
In light and dark, as it rains down,
A dancer flails there too
Somewhere she dwells, the chastised nun,
A remnant work of whim
Perhaps it’s one or maybe none
She waits and waits for him
The courtyard halls where beauty haunts
In bellows of burial bells
At night it sleeps its lot of want
Snow Woman
I.
Upon the hills
The air was dry
And dead trees hung
Beneath the sky
As cold wind blew
The snowflakes fell—
A frozen kiss
From icy hell
The boy was young
Of thirteen years
His father weak
And full of fears
The trail grew bleak,
They couldn’t see
And as it snowed
The boy did plea
“My father, now
The path is nigh
Without some warmth
We’re soon to die”
“My son, Noël,
Let’s shelter take
Within that shed
By Frozen Lake”
