Shimmering like a lighthouse beam, My voice goes out to you at sea, To say there's no safe haven here, Beware the rocks, stay safe and clear, Pass on in the calm of the night, Or in the storm take heed my light, Don't thank me, just do as you do, I do this, because … Continue reading A Lighthouse Beam
Tag: Nature
Le Petite Princess
She reminded me of the night sky. Maybe it was the sheer blondeness of her hair, which - when tied to those restless eyes and pale complexion - made me wonder if moonlight looked like this when She wanted to wander where the shadows were. Suddenly, I knew why foxes only danced under the Moon's … Continue reading Le Petite Princess
Luna Wept
Luna wept to behold her visage,Upon the inner lakeshore of Skye,And on the precipice of the rocky crags,Her tears ran like vinegar light,Rivulets of her loneliness dissipating, Smelling of burnt sap and children's sighs,While I found myself growing old,Drowning in her long lost love.
A flowery scent
Along the coastline,A broken-hearted lover,Blooms with eau de salt. A flowery scent,Carried by a hot Spring breeze,Mingles tears with hope. In the midland towns,With opened windows released,Hidden flowers bloom. A lonely fool sighs,Drearily glances outside,Sniffs, whispers "Lilies." The breeze dies, winds cool,The scent lingers on moonlight,Recalled in sad dreams.
Maybe it Will Grow
Sadness is a thing you carry,So you can pluck it from your breast,And plant it in the earth.Shed a single tear more,To feed the seed,And maybe, maybe,It will grow,Into something of worth,Or at least worth loving. Prompt: from the kind writers over at the pub, dVerse, "Seed" as part of their Quadrille Series (#127)
Remains of Mountain Stairs
Beneath the mossy turf of maple shades, Lie the remains of mountain stairs, Dark stone dragged from barbarian shores, An offering of fealty, Honored by a century's duty, But now, having earned its repose, It sleeps and dreams of thundering feet... ... Of a country at war, and blood, The blood of warrior-monks chanting, Those … Continue reading Remains of Mountain Stairs
Tree and Blossoms
Do blossoms recall,Dancing along the river,Even when Spring fades away? Spring blooms are fickle,Winds carry them far away,But they remember, always.
A distant, childish song
The cries of kids’ games, Echo throughout the courtyard, Dancing on warm winds, Singing as they flow beyond, Beyond the confines of time.
Spring snows fall
Coffee is too hot,But outside is chilly cold,So it feels just right. Even in these warm months,Glittering snow often falls,Stolen breaths and dreams. Spring snows fall slowly,Caught in cool winds and light gusts,So they dance, not fall. Grey and blue sky meet,Cascading shadow paintings,Such depth in nature. The cat is happy,Winter blankets come again,For a … Continue reading Spring snows fall
A Beautiful Night
She slid closer, wrapping the blanket tighter around her shoulders, murmuring softly under her frosted breath as she fought against blessed sleep. The other put out her cigarette, complaining idly about the cold while thinking about love and loss. The one who dragged them both outside smiled as lights streaked across the sky. "Beautiful night." … Continue reading A Beautiful Night
Discarded Recollections 