Sunday, February 15, 2009


You're bringing me to understand
on the backs of broken verses
the shattered stanzas of the past
that shed their force through curses

A moments glance seems but a lark
a moment not so fair
whose churning lance turns up the dark
in seconds cast to care

but always in that moment
a shift, a turn, a sigh
comes crackling down a vicious tear
that forces my pride to die

Come bring my eyes
to focus on
the things that always mattered
and bring my feet
to trod upon
the path that leads to pasture.

I'm turning on destruction
Immense tho' child's play
In ray's uphold a true response
In this deep darkening day

I'd never stopped and wondered
when travel started new
how keeping plight assundered
was breaking ground anew

And all the while it might not sound
like stories with an end
I've come to find a quickening round
of truths that seek to mend.

It's made for me
a truth I know
a way that always speaks
a fiery dare
a pliant reed
a word in which I keep.


In candles' wax
impress your touch upon me
fading fast
like the sunless sky above me
Mindless eye
in a scattered field of gray
weakened moment
shattered glass on the Appian Way

You traipse beside me
like a dog beside its' master
and its' inside me
like a slice of barren winter
moving fast
it canters below the horizon
in a teardrop
dripping fair across my face

Make an altar
of genuine fast
and bring me
shades of touch of the past
for now 'naught with me
in blessed spades
but in shards of eternity
welded together in blessed morning.