On Night
“On Night”
6/30/02
A veil of funerals drifts across the valley;
The veil of wedding long since set
Behind the veil of spring time green.
As sleep descends, a cool wet
Kisses all the tired land and coaxes
Daytime things to quiet repose.
Singing sounds of summer drone
Between the covers on the velvet stained-black clothes.
Pixies frolic on this night with lanterns
Made by Elfin Kings,
But sadly lacks the Queen of Fay
Among those dancing wings.
Drop your burden and clear your eyes
And greet the midnight shade.
Singe the songs of ancient nights
And with the fires play.
A veil of peace brings rest
As spheres take sleep and yawn and stretch.
The Blackness speaks of many things,
And only sometimes whispers “death.”
But deep within the dreams that moons uncover
Find the key to hearts of stone.
Lie beneath the hand of cool, wet shade . . .
And find yourself at home.
Below the Rain
“Below the Rain”
7/29/02
It’s easy to be in love in lavender and lilac
Summer nights; with fireflies as guides
And stars to paint the black.
It’s easy to distract
Those eyes under gorgeous rays of golden skies.
It’s so simple to fall for that.
It’s fun to be in love on feathers and satin
Pillows soft. Lying, slowly falling silk,
In pockets full of golden heads,
On cloudy sheets of powder beds,
When water ripples o’re your milk
White toes and hands in thread.
But you my love I have request
To be my love on summer days a’slumber.
In riches and in fame;
In health and wealth the same.
Yet when we hear the thunder
Will you love below the rain?
Shire Nights
“Shire Nights”
6/31/02
LDC
The Queen of Fairies flew away
From off the shire green.
The Knight on back of stallion black
Left home to seek a dream.
The lanters on the wold now faint,
And glow in numbers less,
Since Fay and Knight depart;
Nighttime’s frolic stands deperssed.
Ancient tales tell tunes of joy
When back from Dragon Hills he rides–
“The Knight is back from Satan’s Jaws!”
And back to home he flies.
Women sing the songs of yore
That speak of Diamond Wings
Bringing light back to the night
And music to the strings.
But time will tell when twain return
From lands both far and near.
And all may know by sight and sound
That lovers never fear.
The Queen will rest her amber head
Upon his scarred, worn chest,
And then the shire nights will play
With two who’s hearts can’t rest.
Moments Glance
Spring and summer are wedding times! This poem was written after I went to someones wedding; unfortunately I can’t remember who’s wedding it was. Stupid me, I didn’t write it down. Oh well. The truth of the poem stands regardless of the wedding, and in a society where the bonds of marriage are as frail as penny, Chinese finger trap, this poem encapsulates the vision I have for everyone who joins to another in holy matrimony.
“Moments Glance”
5/6/02
The double doors slowly slide
And come to rest at double wide.
The strings reflect the joy and hum
Of Heaven’s angel-anthems sung.
The soft hands cease their silent passing . . .
The faces of a million minutes
Reap the lease they’ve had on time
And cease . . . for they have reached their limit.
The Bride-groom’s eyes rivet,
Petals floating, striven
Pause in mid air; ‘tween earth and Heaven.
Footsteps never touch the ground,
The ear can’t hear the stringing sound,
And frozen is the young girl’s gown.
For in the aerial, floating moment
Electric dreams pierce the aisle.
In the shadow of this silence
Memories span the stolen while.
Their first kiss lives here now forever.
The time they cried in arms slips
Between the times they laughed together.
All the time, the love, the eyes,
The flowers, poems, songs, and skies,
The words they spoke have now become
The rings with which they show their love.
In this instant, all the years
Find themselves conjoined and felt.
Between the stream of mother’s tears
The second cannot say enough.
The moment finally breaks.
Between the heads she makes
Her way up to his place.
The hands have finally clasped,
But the moment he saw her pass
Will ever live and last.
And years from now after child,
Son and daughter, life and dreams . . .
When lines have traced the pallet
Where silken cheeks once gleamed,
The wedding dress may one day tear,
The pictures may too fade to leather.
But no matter what time passes here . . .
That moment’s glance will last forever.
