The Curse

The song that keeps me from my sleep

Is rife with lurking shadows, deep.

The voice that hums inside my head

Does well to keep me from my bed.

Unto my soul a curse was laid,

And though I've cried, and laughed, and prayed

My heart does pound, my sweat does pour,

And through the night, I rest no more.

The dreams I see when I'm awake

Would make poor Orpheus' heart break.

The marble smooth, the gentle strands

Do mock and taunt my writhing hands.

True, I could sleep if didn't I see

Two vibrant stars that love to haunt me,

Burning bright, yes burning through

My mind.  The ghosts I see are true.

A Cry for Kindred Wings

As the majestic eagle loves his air,

Climbing, twisting, up his wispy stair,

Mocking Icarus’s too-soft wings,

For power holds the raptor o’er grandiose things,

Most a splendor, ardent in his realm,

As the captain at his galley’s helm

Is one with the sea,

Do I long to be.

I would have join me now a kindred soul,

One forged in the same heart-fires, o’er crippled Vulcan’s coal,

One who in the mold, so malleable

They matched my form, quite unbelievable.

But rather than by limbs, I would be wrought, as was his heart,

By scorn from woman loved, so as to start

A passionate, burning melancholy

Transcendent of society,

So to live, as if by freedom’s feathers,

And fly the sun, no melted wax, as brothers.

For Starlets, Sung

So sweet, I see soft starlets

Where instead your eyes should rest.

So light, your gentle hair,

When let fall, your neck caress.

So hearts, by any sense,

Should pound as mine.

So know, I will let my soul

Soar, and betray my mind.