Pesach

Today is a day to remember 

Of years gone by and years to come

Days spent in bondage 

Years spent in solitude 

Remember that hope shall come

And that you have been set free

For generations to come

Let them too remember the pain

But not let them suffer 

Let them taste the bitterness

but also sweetness of release 

So they shall never forget

Contrasting Similarities

Light the essence of that is seen
Dark the presence of all the is hidden

In equal measure love is but a thought
And hate takes quite a bit of thought

From the nightmare that springs you in fear from bed
Find comfort in the new day’s lights embrace

The ocean deep is a stubborn brute that will succeed
The unbending rock is a stubborn brute that will fail

Time plays tricks; it folds in upon its self ever moving
Space lays out in solid focus a path to be followed

In the end there was a beginning
In the Beginning there will be an end

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

Winter Turns

The cold days grow longer
The Sun still slinking away before the day is done
Heavens cracked and snow poured forth
Ice hid sneakily under the heaping piles of deceiving whiteness
Clouds once white start turning grey and heavy
As the Rain grinds deep into banks of snow
The Wet snow sinks heavily into the ground
Mixing snow and rain to slush that freezes in irregular patterns
of foot prints and shovel tracks and half melted shapes
Winter rushing in had tripped and turned to spring

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 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

Herald of the New

Heap the conffite in the air
let it sparkle in the night
let the horns be blown
for the new has come
and the old is gone
Let the roar cesce but for a moment
to reflict on the days
Then hear the rumble of the new
come bounding in
With a BANG its here.

Anew

The sunsets
The ink has dried
The page is turned
And so begins the new
The old seeps into the past
All that is left are the shadows
Of the sins of life
Let them be washed away
With the rising sun

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

Lay To Rest

Let me go home
Lay my bones to rest
among the fields to grow
Let the sun shine me to sleep
Let the wind caress me
and share my joy

Will I be remembered?

Will I be remembered?
Will my name be written in stone?
Will I be remembered when dust turns to dust and over again?
Will  my name be whispered and echoed thought the halls?
Will I be remembered when the last leaf falls?
When all is gone,
Will I be remembered?

Icons

Stone mammoth visions of the gods

Out shadow their mortal echos

Waiting in the wafting mists

Grasp dank images about the fog

The reminding of the aged old gods

Their ruin temples haunted still

Their glory ever more

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

When They Fall

When they fell

It rang like a tank

cheer

cheer

cheer

To the fallen 

To the victor

Let the streets be filled with red

of banners flying high

Hear their voices

their fears 

their hopes

Stand before the future 

Take the slug 

Cheer

Cheer

Cheer

For the fallen

For the victor

Hang

a wreath for the lost

Bow down but do not yield

Take a stand and 

Fall for what is right

Ode To A Star

Oh you shimmer so

against the velvet night

If I were to be with you

You who gleam so

How colossal you  would be

I would not recognize you little one

here you are but a grain of sand

and still I watch you with fixed fascination

as you twinkle brightly

gleaming so far away

when you are gone

I shall never know

for in my life you shine, 

in my child's you will die

Until the last of your rays 

should light upon this earth

I shall watch you all my life

and in death shall join you.

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

Siege

Their attack crashes against the walls

With a deafening roar 

They pummel the rampart with 

each wave it shatters

Hear them coming howling cries of rage

as they bombard the bastion

Colliding with such force that it trembles 

the fortress to the very foundation

Each day, night, year it dissolves 

it's walls crumble to the seas

For it will never hold and in the end must fall

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