Ever More

What good is a day without the night
What is the moon without the stars

Can the world turn on a dime
Can the clouds hang on a string

Why do we remember the falling star
Why do we love the day and fear the night

Will you be there, even when I change my mind at a drop of a dime
Will  you catch the falling stars and hold the night tight as the world hangs at the end of a string

Be here when the sun sets and rise again
Be here when grey skies smile down on us

I love and always will
You are my one and only ever more

Grandfather Clock

Tick Tock 

Tick Tock

Goes the Grandfather Clock 

at the end of the hall 

to the right

Tick Tock 

Tick Tock

The pendulum swings.

Ticking away the minutes, 

the hours of the days

Tick Tock 

Tick Tock

With the face of the sun

and eyes of the moon

Stands the Grandfather Clock all alone

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

The key has been lost

for over a year 

and still it goes

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

The chime rings clear

Down the hall in the parlor we hear

the strike of noon

Then...

We wait

Held breath in anxious pause

Has it rung its last toll?

Tick Tock 

Tick Tock

Goes the Grandfather Clock 

at the end of the hall 

to the right

The Night Flower Blooms at Midnight

Watch its petals of pearls as they

Slowly come to life

Each stirs softly unfurling

The fringes waking first

Stretch lavishly never moving

But still it creeps outward 

Each petal settling in its place

The Night Flower blooms at midnight

Turning slowly it faces the Moon

The Moons silvery beams  lighting

On dew encrusted petals gleaming in the night

Its heart reveled at last it settles with a sigh

Sunlights first touches fill the sky

Sun sparks fall on the Night Flower

It withers in the suns light

Its head is drooping low

Its petals singed they cascade 

In sorry circles to the ground

The night flower blooms at midnight

Then it is gone

Moon

What lies under the mist and fog 

The stars that shine with the light of the night

The moon hidden beneath the fog and mist

Glows a steady beacon to all

Follow paths brightly lit 

to quiet rivers of moon light  

Flow swiftly over idol rocks

that melt into sands flow

Gently down the rivers flow

Rest on padded moss of jade

Sleep in shadows light

Safe in Moons embrace

The High Priestess

In the night she reigns
With the crest of the moon at her feet
The stars at her head
Divide of worlds she sits
Within her Knowledge lays secrets of
Mysteries yet untold that lay upon her tongue.
Wisdom of judgment
To the fool to be wise
Scrolls arcane she does sustain
Boaz  Jachin

Night

Dark dreams of light

Pour in the window 

Restless sleep

Midnight moon 

Fog rolls in 

Dragging along the shore

Creeps up on the window sill

Breathing on the windowpane

Stars fading in the light

Moon spoiled sinks low

Wakeful sleeper.