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.

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.