Friday, January 10, 2014

Now if only there was a post title in here...

Somewhere


There's a poem in here somewhere
waiting to come out.
I wonder if I'll find it
behind the noise and doubt.

There's a poem in here somewhere
buried in my head.
And maybe I can write it,
before I go to bed.

There's a dream in here somewhere
beneath the crush of life.
And maybe I can dream a world
without the violent strife.

There's hope in here somewhere
a balm against all woes.
And maybe I can share it
those in troubles throes.

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

I Think Yule Like This

Solstice Day


When darkness falls across the sky,
upon the longest night.
The whisper of the gentle breeze,
assures me it's alright.

"Within this dark and quiet womb,
the light begins to grow."
These words the wind did send to me,
Across the silent snow.

And so I stood upon the hill,
before the fire bright,
To wait and watch for golden rays,
The first return of light.

Across the sky of early morn the light did slowly
start to play.
And warmth and joy did fill my heart,
Upon that solstice day.

Monday, December 9, 2013

Sweet Dreams are made of these

Night in the Wild


In the arms of the mountain I lay down my head
In the heart if the Goddess I make up my bed.
The wind in the branches, the stream in the field,
The birds in the air, quiet, rest as day yields.

This balance of forces, of earth, wind, and air,
This land that is sanctum to doe, stag, and bear,
Away from the hustle and bustle of day,
Forever my soul and my heart long to stay.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

It's a living

The Warrior


A sword and a board and an empty night
full of things that bump and bite.
A tavern warm and a maiden fair,
With sparkling eyes and flowing hair.

A call to arms, a call to war,
a call to death away so far.
A soldier's life of duty waits,
To lead the evil to their fate.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Coming home

Sand


Two years in the sand
Frozen in time and space
Time to live again.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Matters of the Heart

The Dove


Relief breaks across my heart like waves upon a sandy shore,
The struggle that I could not fight has left to trouble me no more.

Before the face of certain death, I stood alone, unarmed and proud,
My heart resigned for what should come, a living, beating burial shroud.

The treasure of my inner soul, the light which shines within my sky,
The one I love above all else, had threatened from my world to fly.

What chain, what grasp, what anchoring weight, could I attach to such a one,
When love requires open hands, and she must fly free in the sun.

And so no harsh or angry words, no pleading for a time to come,
Could pass my lips, but only this, "I love you, till my life is done."

And so set free, my love did soar, a gentle flapping towards to air,
And just before she passed from sight, she paused and turned with grace so rare.

And back into my life she flew, a shy, unsteady, halting flight,
And to my open hands she came, and set my life and heart aright.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Once again.

The Open Road


Once again the dusty road,
leads before me to the dawn.
Once again the unknown calls,
Daylight comes, I must be gone.