Shadow Puppets

Shadow Puppets


Inexplicable feelings

capture my soul,

thinking of you

.....so heavy on my heart.

Mind spins out of control.

Desires locked deep within

surface again

.....burning

Shadow puppets are we,

pirouetting upon life's stage.

Changing masks

to our heart's content

.....indulging

savoring love in all its stages.

With blind eyes I see you

as you take my hand

...smiling all the way.

Ashes Of Time

Ashes Of Time

Soft sand caresses my feet,
as I tread the virgin beach.
Seagulls fight over a lump of bread;
leftovers of happy souls who left their mark
on my beloved sanctuary.
The sun climbs in hues of tangerine and yellow,
to illuminate yet another day in paradise.

How I wish I could still admire this rebirth
with yesterday's eyes,
when the warmth of his love still
fueled the fire deep within
and there was magic in all I witnessed.
Our perception of reality
is tainted by our state of mind,
so much so..but I forgot; again.

Ashes of time,
beneath your smoldering remains
I danced with him
to a beat only our hearts could hear;
a sacred dance I believed to last forever.
Was the dream a lie, or was he?

All we had was brought together
on this dismal pile,
then burned;
for all eyes to see.

In My Heart

In My Heart


Nested deep within my heart

my angel lies, curled up,

on a bed of soft white feathers.

And as he dozes off, lulled

by the sound of my voice,

my love for him grows

with every second passing.

He travels with me,

no matter where I go.

Whenever I feel lost or lonely,

I only have to place my hand

upon my chest

to feel his presence

there.

Opaque Moon

Opaque Moon


On a cold and dark Autumn night
my feet guide me to...where?

Hollow is the sound of my footsteps
upon the concrete pavement.

With an unwelcome clarity
I observe myself.

Never been prone to using
substances, obscuring
a clear insight,
but nonetheless....I never did see.

The teacher comes,
when the student is ready,

oh yes....this is so true.

Boy, did he teach me a lesson!

Under an opaque moon,
I make my way home,

home.....where would that be?

Could anybody tell me?

I feel lost.

Birth Of Spring

Birth Of Spring


A gentle shower
awakens the
peaceful meadow
from its long,
wintry slumber...

Restless elms and
cheery maples
begin sprouting
fresh, silken buds...

Festive crocuses
burst forth
in a profusion of
whites, reds,
and purples...

Mischievous cubs and
shaky-legged fawns
gambol and frolic
in the verdant grass...

Columns of
inspired daffodils
herald the season
with their blazing,
yellow trumpets...

All of nature
bustles with new life...
and the world is
...reborn.

This poem is a collaboration with Eric Greene.

The Four Seasons ( String Haiku)

The Four Seasons ( String Haiku)

I

amidst melting snow
flowers bud, days grow longer
foals and cubs are born

II

air, buzzing with life
bright tapestry of colors
adorns sun-drenched land

III

haze-covered meadows,
leaves change to orange and red
squirrels collect nuts

IV

snow enfolds hushed fields,
whilst animals hibernate
icicles sparkle

My Lady, She Calls Me

My Lady, She Calls Me


Every day
I visit her,
curious to see
what mood
she is in today.

It does not matter
how I find her,
tranquil or
roaring with passion.
I love all her faces.

She calls me near
and
as I dive into
her salty wetness
I realize
my love for her
grows
day by day.

She embraces me
with all she's got
Lifts me up
and leaves me
floating
in complete ecstasy.

How I love her....
my lady,
the sea.

Aurora

Aurora


Aurora, beautiful northern lights
Cast their magical spell
Staring into the sky
I can almost see the fairies,
Their fragile translucent wings
And how they would flutter
Upon the nightly breeze
Surrounded by this
Kaleidoscope of colors
Leaving behind a trail
Of silver sparkling fairy dust
As crickets chirp
And the luscious green leaves
Of trees rustle
And fireflies dance
Above their little heads
Like the fairies do,
Little ladies
Of the light.