Physical Beauty

…borne by silent wind away.

Awakening, her perfume breathes the wind, sweet reminiscence,
Bestowed upon her morning’s golden kiss, she blooms, she blushes,
Innocent, O queen in candid gown, silken, enchanting,
Beauty, empress of the bleeding dusk, his heart thy chattel:

Blossoms all to death succumb; remain but blackened fragments borne by silent wind
Away.

“Love” – The Feeling

…naught but dust.

Smouldering, O fruit of married spark and withered branches,
Flickering, like sunrise born anew, life’s breath pervading,
Vehement, to frigid limbs and hearts thy warmth imparting,
Ardour, O inflaming of the blood, O sanest madness:

Life’s breath steals away; the embers’ light to mortal pallor fades,
Leaving naught but dust.

Riches

…end in rust.

Glittering, the heartblood of the earth, O treasure cherished,
Like water-gleam in crevices infused, her vibrant art’ries;
Ornaments, adornments finely wrought and deftly flourished,
Splendour of majesty, sun’s repose, soft light unblemished:

As the starlight ebbs, the moonlight wanes, the sunlight, bleeding, dies,
Thou shalt end in rust.

Words to a Weary Soul

“Come forth, venturing the narrow way;
Let nothing hold you.
I shall wait.”

Turn not, tread in spite of mist and dark,
this thorn-strewn way;
Bleed, bare your heart.



Hold me, lest I crumble, turn to dust!
Your light, so distant…

Quavering.


“Fear not, let me see the wounds, the tears,
Your dolours, sorrows;
I will soothe.”

Forward, braving night, and wind and rain,
Burn, love again,
Arise,

“Beloved.”

Like the Albatross

Away now he flies, off into the blue,

White-winged and shining, gleaming bright.

 

Away, two birds race, one aloft in the wind,

And the other ‘neath the sea, gliding, glistening white.

Calm, noble movements, every single one twinned.

They circle, untethered.

 

The sight smites the heart, having many years weathered,

In its darkness, and weakness, and greed.

And it longs for the hour it’ll be freed.