only one

hesperides guarding golden fruits

dragon sleeping at the roots

mystical magical majestic tree

leaves and limbs loom over me

faded fate

poisoned and pale

fragile and frail

forgotten fish

once young, now so old

swirling in a fractured bowl

water of life drains away

pools below in clouds of gray

snowblind

powdered pearls fall from the heavens

flakes of snow like feathers on the wind

fleeting beauty - so delicate and temporary

gone in the blink of an eye

like life itself

downfall

night is folding in, holding me in

dark embrace, soul with no face

blackness sinking, emptiness shrinking

nameless void, voices devoid

time waits for none, time i cannot shun

thoughts of hope, slipping down the slope

don't look back, won't go back

only down ever still, wander on, always will....

heartfelt

skeleton key swings from a thread in my hand.
rain is drenching through and the sun is missing again.

december day is bleak, winter wind wailing at the door.
hologram heart is full of holes, a stone washed upon the shore.

looking through the holes, what do you see?
nothing whole, a shell which once was me.

nothing left, a shadow broken there.
a light across the floor, dust floating through the air.

november night

you stoke the fire as my brush strokes the canvas
two souls burn with desire since that kiss on the campus
the last glow of the evening fades into the night
winter stars are shining and shimmering their light
as loneliness comes creepin' in.

mountains apart and the miles, they span between us
i keep you wrapped in my heart as gravity enfolds us
the november winds, now they are a-blowin'
and the river of time, it shows no sign of slowin'
then loneliness comes creepin' in.

lying here without you, this bed just feels so cold
absence makes the heart grow fonder, or so i've been told
counting down the days until we can be together
life goes by in the blink of an eye compared with forever
but for now, loneliness comes creepin' in.

Feathers and Stones

I have seen your feathers and stones in my dreams.

Sometimes they hang down from the stars,
and sometimes they appear to float as leaves on a stream.

The light plays upon the feathers and stones,
casting shadows onto the surface below.

As I walk between the shadows,
above me appears a web woven of golden thread.

With the tips of my fingers, I reach up to feel the delicate web.

Instead of the web, my fingertips touch your hands....

Bent. Betrayed. Broken.

Bent. Betrayed. Broken.

I lie abandoned in the wake of your flood,
entombed by the memories you have left me.

A scattering of ashes from the flame of love we once shared.

My fear was that I would awaken from this dream of being with you.

Now, I find myself alone inside the nightmare of my life,
hopes and dreams razed to a pile of rubble beneath my feet.

Bent. Betrayed. Broken.

Gone are the days of up the hill and down the hill and up the hill.

The second breakfasts of Saturdays are now long past.

No future memories to be made on those autumn days,
whispering on the porch swing together.

No lit candles of Michaelmas nor wanderings through the Christmas villages.

No meteorites zipping past as we lie and laugh in the cool mountain air.

Bent. Betrayed. Broken.

The Gift

Longer do the shadows grow,

As the sun is slowly sinking low.

The clouds are edged in gold,

Like a ribbon on a gift you can never hold....

One Fish, Two Fish, COPD Fish....

Last night, I ended up retiring to bed far later than I should have, but I kind of avoid going to bed when I have a lot on my mind. After filling my evening with various activities around the house (i.e. emptying the dishwasher, doing laundry, rearranging some stuff), I finally dragged myself to bed around 2AM. I nestled myself under a mountain of sheets, quilts, blankets (yeah...I get REALLY cold, and I think my body's thermostat is either malfunctioning or missing...) and turned out the lights.

Lulled gently to sleep by the ambient trill of crickets on my iPod, I was set adrift amidst a sea of dreams.

That is, until I was awakened.... No, it wasn't something outside, nor a restless spirit who wandered in from out in the cemetery beyond my yard. It was something much closer, and much more bizarre. A coughing fish. That's right, my fish has developed a cough! Can you believe that a fish can cough?! I turned on the night-light beside the dresser, and peered into the little fish bowl where my nameless Siamese Betta lives, and there he was: coughing his little head off. I spoke gently to him, trying to calm him down. Finally, he appeared to regain his composure as he proceeded to beg me for a freeze-dried worm. Crazy fish! Tonight, my nameless Betta shall find himself sleeping somewhere other than my dresser....