She, in Sacred Time

It is a wonder, that as years form landscapes,

Orchestrating winds and rains, sun and moon,

Eroding, shifting, sands, rock-face, or woodland.

Such the wonder, a frightful encompassing hand,

Whittles bones, cracking skin, every day, ever soon,

'Til our emerging ghosts, tempered, reveal their shape,

In fading glory.

It is a mystery, that the one whose eyes hold me dear,

Once a stranger, now the sun I circle in love's gravity, 

Captured I - dry and pocked,  like a waterless moon,

Surrendered. She- tending as a gardener at high noon,

O'er years her charity, in lament, in grace and sagacity, 

For better or for worse, never ceased to hold me near,

Limping t'ward glory.

It is an awe, that many waters cannot quench the love,

Though my back bends to wind, rain, sun and moon,

While my spirit kneels trembling in the fearful presence,

A burning coal purging mouth and mind in holy penance,

She, my sun, lifts my gaze that we both may swoon,

Greying, bending, young again old souls, partaking of,

Bread, wine, glory.

She,

Renita,

Awakens me.

Crepuscule

Our star kissed skyline churns nebulae,
Wisping sweetly o'er this wedding chamber,
As the veil of night is drawn o'er the horizon.
On this tenebrous terrene - deified denizens,
Hymn; even as crescent-king waxes amber,
And St-Elmo's fire -gift of the twins Gemini,
To wanderers.

As Sol's frail flares fade and fail, the horizon's
Blues and yellows -- mauve in darkening hues,
Flora, fauna, rocks, hills -- darken, silhouette,
And the songs of shadows, resonate coquette,
While moonbeams, as milk in coffee, diffuse,
In burrow, and beds, dream daylight's denizens.
In shadowlands.

In deep darkness, stratus tars the diamond sky,
Silhouettes bleed into the obsidian blackness,
A brief hush as the diurnal world changes guard,
Then stridulating cicadas, joined by lobo bards,
This choral cantata to the moon maestro's egress,
From parting veil, howl beau geste, a longing sigh,
Of magic and melancholy.

Dance

In these uncertain times,
Fear festers, like mildew,
Spackling the vibrant skin,
Reds, blues to pallid white,
Decays.

In hope resist this blight,
The dread born of chagrin,
Love, flourish and eschew,
The darkness that confines.
Dream.

As steep ramparts are raised,
And kin and clans estranged,
Disease, death, dogma, divide,
Jingoist moguls macabre music,
Drones.

Each - part hellish, part cherubic,
Human - resist this ebbing tide,
Cleanse the cloth once stained,
Reflect all that need be praised.
Dance.

Still

Now and again, one sinewy sound,
Dodges decibels, fluttering rhythms,
Entangles.
Like a beloved face within a crowd,
Hearkened to - as a cathedral whisper.
A candle,
May pierce the deepening darkness,
A plumb-line to every frightful heart.
Evangel,
In a flicker, in a whisper, in a breath.
Sound, light, water, bread and wine.
Be,
Still.