4/14/00

Her morning smelt of lilacs
and burnt coffee,
as she closed doors that
led her nowhere,
and turned to face
a musty breeze
that blew in from
the basement.

Digging under concrete rhymes,
she looked for puddles of tears
and broken toys,
and hand prints
shouting at the walls,
before the hand descended
to punish.

She worked blindfolded
into nightfall,
memory's dust,
the shovel at last
strikes its treasure.

Revealing nothing,
but soft light,
caressed,
and indifference fades
before the beautiful truth
of her heart.

2 AM 4/9/00

My words froze on air,
your voice rippled into silence.
I thought I knew the meaning
of your smile,
no yearnings for pretty appearances.
This time, to be the last,
forever.  Searching.

The lonely are travelers
on the streets,
so many looking for love,
yet so few fight to keep it.

I swim in the depths
of your eyes,
looking for a question that
exhausted phrases
can't conceal,

When your words strike,
the world is a smaller place.
Only you and I.
And all that I want
is here,
under your masks of joy and darkness,
encompassed
in all that you are.

A desert,
hidden oasis gleaming,
expanse of sand surrounds

Entombed with kings,
and silken elephants,
hieroglyphics scrawl with purpose,
lost to ancient dust,
snakes looped head to tail inside,
asleep.

Jade or dragon scales,
in a place no eyes have seen.
Ashes cold in smolder
a resurrected blaze
put out beneath war hooves.

Wheels turn as serpents writhe through wholes,
path of time converges
and boils.
Kings disintegrate
to infants' cries,
as chained to the hourglass,
polarity ebbs
and flows,
attraction density,
singing our way home.

Boring Afternoon 3/29/00

The magazine cover
glossy smile
girl with generous
cleavage
powdered and exposed.

The clock above
ticks
counting moments before they burst
confetti
like snowflakes
drifting
settles on my mind.

Intensified
horsefly circles low
on a kamikaze mission
into the wall.
Insect stomach now drips
down the clock
face
the second moment
opens like an oyster
presenting pearls.

Into The Faery Hill 3/28/00

Beneath a moon
bouncing low over distant treetops,
I found a door in a Faery hill,
joined the Shining Ones,
dressed in their green and golden dewdrops.
In countrysides never seen,
there were many empty lanes,
ending at many houses,
and into these
the feast welcomed us.
We drank our fill
Of hyacinth wine,
and danced to the trill
of flutes and birds.
Though warned not to eat or drink,
I did so heartily,
for I wished
never to leave this place.
Even if a prisoner I would be,
forever.

Evening 3/28/2000

He followed a smoke plume,
like floating pillows,
skyward billows the agony
of defeated armies.
Up to the sun.
He loves the scent of battle
and knows no fear.
But the clang of iron bells,
tells of blood in the spring,
tolling the crusade.
Shouting trees mock every step.
A place, they say,
away from chaos, where
flowery breezes kiss
away worry,
to escape and mourn
the death of yesterday,
heal the wounds
lower the sagging curtains
to the stage floor.
Ahead, the path bends
backwards,
a fragmented horizon steals his eyes.
He marches blind,
the knot of hope coiled in his stomach.
Cancerous yearning drives the herd forth.
In vain, they dream they are awake.
He knows the answer to the serpent's gaze,
and the battle trumpet sounds at dawn,
once again.

For My Goddess

For far too long I struggled,
never knew the source,
the eternal peace within.
Stumbling, blaming, shaming.
But She was always there,
the still small voice in my heart.
She called me out, and set me free
of the winding maze I'd been born to.
Always there with me,
as close as a breath,
or as the touch of my bare feet
upon Her face.
Origin of all life, Mother eternal,
Spirit of wisdom, of peace.
You are the timeless,
bearer of unconditional joy.
I follow you, my Lady,
from lifetime to lifetime,
for You are truth,
happiness.