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

The First Snow Fall

The first snow falls
and the woods grow white
The mighty fir trees rise out
from blankets heaped high of snow
Their ever greens peaking through

Silence has fallen
Even the wind speaks in hush tones
Whistling through the trees

No creature is viable 

The only signs of life
small footprints traced
among the trees
Of some unseen force
That pranced lightly
here and there
Before fading in the dusk

Suns light filters through the cracks
Beams of light gleam off
snow covered towers
Sinking lower the colors shift to
oranges and pinks
That warm the cool landscape

As night moves in
Purples and midnight blues
Warping all in pale moons light
Turning forest greens into nights black
Snow glittering silver under the stars
Not so far away an owl cries
and night begins

In The Night

How dark is night
That it precludes the day
That’s its stars shine brighter
Then our sun could ever hope
In night anything is possible
There is no gleaming reality that
Forces it’s self into our minds
Shining a light onto our deepest hopes

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

Midnight Visitors

Two shadows approached stealthily 

I heard their war cry a purr rumbling in the dark

They laid siege to me

Their tiny paws testing my defenses

Slowly approaching

Their purrs like beating drams

Announcing their coming

See they have reached me

They are at my throat 

I am lost

They have me in their power

With their sharp tongues they lick me

Till I surrender

They will not let me be

Until...

Each I have petted to their hearts content

Their purrs subside to a rumble

Each takes it's place for night

And in the morning they are gone

Clockwork Angels Narrative

Clockwork angels
Heads of glass
Wings of brass
Hang flightless in the air
Hourglass is turned
They shift in measured stride
Blinking slumber from their workings
Their bodies stuffed with gears
That would fill their bodies with life
And now they dance

Up one comes with wings out stretched
The light alights on brassy wings
Glittering in the murkiness
whirling  slow to steady pace
Slanting down they glide
flapping softly with a clink
Brassy murmur

Quickly one ascends
flaunting its gleaming wings
against the night
darting here and there they play
flittering, quiver, flutter shimmer
in delicate dance

The last sand falls
sluggishly they slow
the flapping wings
sedated their heads hang low
Their dance has ceased
Clockwork angels
Heads of glass
Wings of brass
Hang flightless in the air

Sunflower

The Sun hung low

setting on the day

Standing in the rapture bliss of it golden rays

my only companion a sunflower

who also watched the dying rays

With joy that lingered still

As night slide softly over

Waiting in  jubilation for 

the rapture of the day

The Creature

In the winter of the night

In solitary stands

a creature of earth and sky

Whose reach exceeds its grasp

In fires light that pierce the night

Heralds a day of atonement

When all is clay once more

The sea sinks deep in rock

The end will near

The Creature bows its head in silence

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

Fell

The angel fell

It's wings alight with flame

Plummets earthward

Hear it's cry

In the storm of the night

Howling roaring screeching

Cries 

In the scarlet sea

Afloat in misery

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.