The dream is over.
This is it.
But you are my forever, my Beloved,
were you not mine when time began and ended?
Was it not your touch alone that brought me to life?

I was a beautiful statue once,
perfect except for the flaw: I was a vision
of perfection that hadn't been lived. I was spirit
without a body. I was yours and you hadn't claimed
me. I was invincible then but I had no choice.

We haven’t known each other
For too long, it must be said
Though I think you’re jolly lovely
From your toes up to your head

Your face is somewhat pretty
And your dress sense rather chic
I enjoy our conversations
And the charming way you speak

Those pretty eyes beguile me
And your smile makes my legs shake
I’m even losing sleep, what’s
Going on for goodness sake

So my dearest please believe me
Every word I’ve said is true
And it will not be too long
Until I fall in like with you

On a Mountain pass

With wetted eyes I stumble
through a mountain snow,
as I hear thunder rumble
I’m wondering, how far to go ?

Shangri-la is not attained
in steps we make with ease
That is why it has remained
a dream, an incurable tease

Lonely steps are my trial
on the way to this haven
I imagine living in style
after all I have given

The night sky
draws ink from clouds
drifting through
faded light
I am blown away
by empty spaces
falling leaves
and messengers
dressed like angels
with moonlight halos.

a write, a legend made to be a classic
I want to scribe one for eternity
I've yet to find a hero for the epic
the heroine - of course, she will be me

It'll be a perfect blank iambic journey
I'll call it some-such-great-or-other saga
It'll be my very own sweet odyssey
that will go on and on and on ad-nausea

I could be up there high with those renowned
like Dante, hush the laugh, I do not jest
I know that none of you would put me down
if only I could find myself a quest
.

Canto Five ~ The evil boy is neither.
He is quite mad and unknown to all who interact with him, thousands of years old. Covered always in filth, his nature is tolerated by the soldiers of Garland Legion as simply another of the witch’s strange and wretched beasts. Though hardly pure in his feelings, his loneliness and something else perhaps, manifests itself in a sincere affection for the injured man. He has brought him to an abandoned brothel beneath the City of Laura where he has of late sequestered himself as he serves Gundhag.

Canto Five

Lonely planet, two inhabit the universe
Forging on the will to survive. 
Indication of life amongst the remains
He discovers a loved one's grave

Making camp near by he keeps watch
Days pass, desolation resides.
He passes on, she passes by,
He has gone.

Eternal strangers, loneliness eating them alive 
Each unaware of other.
Existing in parallel,
Live out there days alone,

wandering through town
washed clean by the last deluge
sparkling black shimmered
and I found peace under a rock
in rows of corn

I drank water and broke bread
as two hundred miles
separate two half hearts
ever aching and reaching
for your touch

I miss you
as I'll love you
forever

They met
and traced the lines of poetry
into skin
that night
a light shined into the darkness
and the moon
glowed.

Heaven and earth moved
a little closer.

Kneeling before the lake,
she broke a thousand mirrors
with her fingertips
and the light danced
like reflections to and from the sky
and the sky hung its head
like a saddened
shadow,
it rained for a long, long time.