Ennui

I wait for the long
winter to pass
for the long days of dreariness to
end how deep has the bleakness
soaked into my bones they ache as
I meander the passageways

Love: I think
I am fully cured of it
now I go through the motions
of being alive but never truly
innocent not quite myself
when I was twelve

To Whatever End

We strive to purge ourselves
of old ghosts
with precarious steps along the ledge
between sanity and ecstasy

perhaps I hesitated too long?
now tomorrow is but a step
out the door
tomorrow our worlds clash again

Farewell to Elessar

Falling to pieces again over Arwen's fate.

The bells toll for you, Estel
departed beyond the circles of the world
No comfort shall there be for me
but taste the bitterness of mortality

Now under these fading trees
hasten the end that we may once again
Walk on the same paths
ever a memory in song

Diatribe on Love

I think love's grand design is to weave a tangled
web of dreams; round and round the train goes
for I love you and you love her and she loves
someone else and it doesn't ends until it
reaches a punctuation of two perfect halves
that have found each other so that the universe
breathes a sigh of relief and then somewhere else the
chain continues with the millions that seek
and dream alone in the night wondering
if their soul mate dreams under the gaze
of the very same constellation that sprinkle
across the sky or if what separates them is
not a matter of space but of time.

Dedication

Some of my old poetry ones from my college days. For Bertha, who was with me back then, and now, and I hope many more tomorrows. Happy Birthday dear!

Elsewhere

revisited
the twilight forests
light and shadow
whispers in the hollow
place that day never visits
all at once silent
the curtains of stealth fall
unhindered the predator in the gloom
place where time shudders
and the night bares its face
the ground swallows and spits venom
into tangled undergrowth
of paradise lost

1.18.98

Rain In The Heart

I can't stop the torrential rain
I can't stop it is always raining
My heart is flooded with the rain
The storm is over but the flood isn't over
I am drowning in this sea
It is of my making, some of yours
I try so hard but the walls always crumble down
My dam is burst and for all
the world to see I am picking up
the pieces but it is still raining
raining, raining
Even the sun hides her face
She is lost in her agony
Can you stop the rain
For I don't now why it never stops

03.14.98

Stonehenge

Too soon the path strays
Aside into dark whispering shadows
In the field where all around
The stones of time stand tall,
Casting age into the granite cold surface
Numb, my cheek against the night
I hear my heart beat echoing through the ages
As they gaze down upon me
The stones of time
Lay upon countless lifetimes
Too many then to lose faith
And fly far back into the recesses of time
Would that my soul find peace in those days
Past when these lost words find the parting
Sigh of the wind
As when the ancient stones
With cold nonchalance
Stand their ground

03.14.98

The Room

I walk again
in this familiar room
scents of long ago
yesterday's memories
hang on its walls
so lonely in this place
now that you have gone
there is no reason to return
One last glance around
at the place I had treasured most
once upon a time
and I close the door to it
forever

03.04.96

Dusk

Closest to the last ray of the departing sun, the flickering
shadow of trees on the ground I stand.
All around is silence, waiting, listening.
Whatever games they play it hardly matters anymore.
Not while standing on this ground of earth and dead
leaves, watching the shadows
go flicker, flicker. While the sky drapes itself in changing colors the wind
whips up a rhythm. Rustling leaves
all around above me. A rustic melody. Of things not of this world but
maybe one that lies beyond where the sun sets.

Standing there my heart learns to want all the things it could
not understand and feel as though I have to have wings
at the cost of my soul.
Leaves crackled, trampled on. I know the newcomer without taking my eyes
off the vanishing light in the west. He walks up beside me
He does not see
the dreams of another world in the horizon like I do. Only the fleeting
wistful sigh of the wind betrays my reverie.

The world is now void of sun, color and warmth, but it matters not. I have
not just a dream, but a reality.
Curtains down on another day

04.10.97

Awake

Roused out of dreams
still swirling
in the vanishing mists
awaiting dawn
when the sun creeps up
in the soft glow of the horizon
they play around
in the dark
dancing around in my mind
which sleep abandoned
at my hour of need
want is all I can do
in my sleep
my dreams take me to you
now I am awake
all I have is
the distance that separates us.

02.06.96

Weariness

Here in moments stolen
dare I awaken what lies dormant
and seek what forgotten cities
keep within crumbling walls

Taste the bitterness of
morning with lingering fragments
memory fading beyond grasp
swept away on the last wave

See the mists part
slipping away
walk again as one
when the world was young