Earth Song

Sun, take me.

Earth, let me rest

And seep into your soil,

Your healing breast.

Morning Song

Be as a sweet nocturne to my ear,
Beautiful in nostalgic melancholy,
Or as a thorny rose, for fear
Thou should be plucked from memory
For thy odor. Moved to tears
Would I be if sweet incense
Were inhaled cheaply, for here
Unworthy senses give no recompense

And no reminder of vision seen.
Lost by waking breath
Like ethereal steam.
Your vibrant imagery, to death.
Oh sweet nocturne, oh passed dream.

A Midnight Song

And the shadows of the heavens

Hide Diana's brilliant face.

Their ethereal steams and skyward fogs

Do cloud her midnight grace.

At half past one I hear the night song,

But the sky is shrouded in this place.

The air, so chill to freeze my blood

With fear, does fail at its post,

For safe I am inside my coat.

Through blindness, I will feel the ghosts.

So in the trees I hear the steps

Of something midnight strolling.

I hear its feet tread on the leaves.

It should be gone, come morning.

I hear a song in howls around

As something wanders near me.

The light of night cuts through the clouds

But for a moment.  Then I see.

It's on this bright december night

Should something come a shining.

If weren't it for the sky's dark fight,

The moon would not be hiding.

Sea and Sky

Sky:

If I should drape about my shoulders

The ancient, velvet shape of sky,

I'd show you all the shades of stars

And teach you constellations' cries.

Sea:

Reflect, I would, your shifting grace,

And hold you, whether black or blue,

And on your best and cloudless nights,

Respond with all your solemn hues.

Sky:

To dare to dance, to bet our lives

While we, the dark horizon host,

To mold that line, our one endeavor

And of our boldest virtues, boast.

Sea:

So smooth, our sinews intertwine,

Supporting, sifting, sliding back

At midnight hours, free of the sun,

And left to roll in supple black.

Daylight

To think I thought I loved the moon.

I've lost my lust for starry eyes.

I feel no fear of sunny skies.

I've fought my way through midnight lies.

To think, I thought I loved the moon.

The stars, outshone by golden fire,

Once made me drunk as cloudy night,

But now I see the brilliant light.

So now I quit, and will not fight

The stars, outshone by golden fire.

To think I thought I loved the moon.

In daylight now, I start to croon.

In warming rays, I start to swoon.

And to think,

I thought I loved the moon.