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

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

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.

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