Ballade to the Moon

2009

​On moonlit night I wander free, 

my mind to roam on thoughts of thee.

With midnight darkness beckoning 

my heart toward mystic fantasy:

Come, dream in me!

How beautiful, this night in June, 

And here, upon the velvet dune;
I weep with joy beneath the moon.

The path lies dark before my sight, 

And yet, my feet with pure delight
trod onward through the blackened vale 

beneath the starry sky so bright.

O, share thy light!

These woods, their weary wanderer soon 

in awe and fearful wonder swoon;
I weep with joy beneath the moon.

And as the darkened hours flee, 

my heart beats ever rapidly.
Though heavy hang my eyes with sleep, 

my singing soul, it cries to thee:

Come, sing with me!

The twinkling sky casts forth its tune—

O, must I leave thy charms so soon?
I weep with joy beneath the moon. 

Star Sonnet

2009

​In stillness high above the slumbering shore

where wistful waves of foam caress the sand;

A silent watchman o’er the darkened land

adrift celestial seas of twilight soars.

She passes softly in the heavens deep—
Her silver skin aglow with radiant hue,
her eyes enchanting globes of glittering dew;

Through rays of moonlight rich with heavenly sleep.

What dreams have I that she should give them flight,

enlivened in a momentary flame—
What fears of hope unfounded could she tame
to joy, arising toward the hovering height!

O, Beaming Star, illumine heaven’s floor

until the sun should bear its light once more. 

Lullaby

2009

​Lullaby, sing lullaby, 

the day is far behind you.
The moon sits high atop the sky,

now let sweet slumber find you.

Away,

The day is done, and gone the sun 

that lit the world so brightly.
The earth’s aglow with speckled show

of twinkling stars so sprightly.

Away,

Where the sunlight is beaming

through a deep, cloudless blue,

and the treetops are gleaming

with a fresh morning dew.

Where the mountains are shining

at the meadows below,

in a brilliant white lining

of a new-fallen snow.

Close you eyes, breathe in the night;

a softer bed I’ll make you.
The trial is done, all danger gone;

now let far dreaming take you.

Away,

Where the ocean is lapping 

at a soft, pearly shore,
and the swaying palms napping

as their swinging fronds soar.

Now the dark night approaches,

yet so soft and so mild.

Lullaby, sing lullaby; 

Sleep now, my child. 

Unseen (I am Faith)

2014

Within the cloudy depths where sorrows cry, 

Within the shadows where dead dreams may lie,

I stand a beacon constant and serene.

Just as the spark of hope ignites the flame, 

Just as the song of love the heart may tame,

I am the firmament of truth unseen.

Though Fortune with its fickle hand may lure, 

Though Time all hurts with cold revealing cure,

I linger hid beyond their reach so keen. 

Echoes (I am Hope)

2013

​At the close of the age, when memory wanes 

And the progress of time now halts its flow;

When all that once was bright ceases to glow, 

Leaving only echoes of what remains:

I am the softest shadow, slightest spark; 

Conscious now residing within a dream.

Nearly nothing yet everything, I gleam—

Shielding the immortal flame from the dark.

 

And as to fantasies from lightyears hence, 

You will find my song best, and sweeter still

If open wide your dreaming eyes you will—

The dawn to come, the passage to commence.

 

All the bonds of darkness thus loose their hold 

And await the herald of dawning gold. 

Flight (I am Love)

2013

A flash of wonder from eternal height, 

I give anew to all the world its sight;
A blinding rush of colors all alight, 

To see full well the sum of joys in flight. 

Crystal Sky

2014

High in vaulted iron ceiling,

Herald of a winter nigh.

Swirling, soaring, rolling, reeling,

Sailor of the crystal sky.

Sea of pearly flake unbroken,

Bright as noon in dark midnight.

Dusted light with downy token,

Restless e’er in dream of flight.

Sunrise Carol (A Dawning)

2015

​Silence preceding the moment of morning,

Nature is napping ere dawning of day,

dim glow the stars after night sky adorning,

all Earth prepares to tuck twilight away.

Palest pink to mask the moon!

Beauty beneath its first leaf it is shaking,

lighten the long-shaded wood now awaking—

gentle the joy of new morning is breaking!

Swiftly the sky on horizon of heather, 

laced with its long-fingered phalanx of gold,

shifting the shadows of deep midnight’s tether,

ocean to shape and tall mountain to mold.

Radiant red, ignite the gloom!

Fleet are the fires their high heaven consuming,

spectral resplendence its beauty is blooming—

mighty the mirth of new morning resuming!

Dewdrops have dampened the greenest of grassblades,

crystals to capture young Daybreak’s first ray,

glisten the glades which were shrouded in soft shades,

Life is alighting, its passion to play.

Brilliant beams on brightest blue!

World, now awake! this your cadence is calling,

so clear the cloak of night fast is now falling—

blinding the bliss of new morning enthralling! 

Serenity

2017

Soft as the sunset's silver

shadow on the sea.
Still the soul.

Warm as the waning winds of

twilight wing the breeze.

Hear the heart.

Lovely as the last glow of

evening in the leaves.

Live the love. 

October Sun

2017

​The air is turning, stirrings of the breeze

an exhalation of a summer spent.

October Sun sighs.

Rays of daylight once rosy-cheeked with warmth

grow ever paler with the coming chill.

October Sun shivers.

The earth afire, now flares its gratitude

at life-giver in final grand display.

October Sun smiles.

Its last refrains a haunting melody

to echo fast away until the spring,

October Sun sings. 

David's Lament

2018

O my son,

Absalom.
I was helpless 

as they felled him
among the tree trunks, 

with wood in his own.
He lived head in the sky 

and died feet off the ground.

Before I could show mercy,

Heaven has condemned his sin.
I fled and I wept over the hills; 

he fought and he bleeds beneath them.

I once slew a giant with a stone

and stones now cover my Absalom.
I was helpless to prevent it.
A king, God’s hand-chosen one,
to be one breath from grief
and one death from hell.
I am helpless.
Absalom,

O my son.

Pilate's Lament

2018

There are no souls of sacred men

immune to mean offense,
Though righteous strive, so all may fall

from Eden’s exile since.

From fear they flock, the mighty mob,

imbued with boldest hate,
The same whose loud hosanna’s throb

still rings the city’s gate.

Fanatics, addicts, slaves to lust 

they circle for the kill,
While faded fronds now pave the dust

that leads to Calvary’s hill.

The human heart is apt to sin 

when Gods would meddle there,

Take heed! beware the beast within,

thy sacred soul to spare.

A King's Lament

2016

Two souls enchained within the walls love built,

A household severed under God and hilt;
The blood of mine own hart I now have spilt.

What shall I do; indeed what have I done, 

For care was cast, but vengeance there was won.

Is such the love of sire for his son?

What sin of thine, what crime within mine eyes

that first, not ninth, should from thy issue rise,

And heart's desire should be my hearth's demise?

Thy humble servant's own is the affront; 

A hart so fair I'll never after hunt,
A love so keen the knife-edge cannot blunt. 

Blue and Gray

2018

Blue and gray;

brothers at arms,

sisters of yarns,

tangled fray.

Blue and gray;

neighbors at odds

follow their gods,

pawns in play.

Blue and gray;

equal are bred,

all turn to red;

bloody day!

Blue and gray;

metal and smoke,

harness and yoke,

try we may.

Blue and gray;

free man or slave,

coward or brave,

all must pay.

 

Blue and gray; 

red white and blue,

now torn in two,

helpless stay .

365

2016

Three hundred and sixty-five offenses

Three hundred and sixty-five offended

Three hundred and sixty-five questions 

Three hundred and sixty-five objections

Three hundred and sixty-five inquiries

Three hundred and sixty-five appeals

Three hundred and sixty-five in favor

Three hundred and sixty-five against

Three hundred and sixty-five reproaches

Three hundred and sixty-five excuses

Three hundred and sixty-five denials

Three hundred and sixty-five tears.

No more God
forgive us for
we know not what we do... 

Love Letter

2019

O hold my life, that I should wander

no more apart from thee.

Within a shelter stronger than the earth;

one of heart and home.

O what a home, that I should linger

in rooms alight with love.

And what a heart, my soul's desiring:

To lose myself in thee!

In the Beginning

2019

Sicut in principium lux vocatus est ex obscuritate,

Ita eadem lumen tenemus per tenebrae nostrae

ut denuo luceat.

(Just as in the beginning light was called out of darkness,

so we hold this same light through our darkness

that it may shine anew.)

I Love You

2019

I love who you thought you were.

I love who you now feel you are.

I love who you don't even know you'll be.

Again

2020

​I read the last line, and I stared

deep in the empty page below,

when in this void more letters swirled

to form one final word: “Again.”

 

With wordless reverence to the Muse

my brushstrokes danced in shades of light,

and in my opus newly borne

was one exuberant cry: “Again.”

 

I loved, I lost; my heavy heart

was set adrift, awash with pain—

but through my tears I felt your hand

reach out to beckon me: “Again.”

 

I climbed until my breath gave out

to crest the highest summit’s crown,

yet in the stirring pines below

I watched them wordless point: “Again.”

 

After the music died I stared,

flanked all around by souls of song,

and in the applause I could hear

hundreds of ears pleading: “Again.”

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