Autumn Dawn Calling

Pink Blossom Paper
Autumn calling burning dawn
Bosom flowing clouds

She

She

In cool slender silhouettes she 
Of Shadows and light
Playing dancing and merging 
To reveal the world
Freezing time and space into a sigh
Silencing every breath held in suspension 
The unknowable depths of the heart
Shown in this moment 
Of awe and splendor She
Speechless comes the sound
Of wordless utterances
Arresting passion
Even as it moves
Rising and falling inside
Invisible smoldering ink
Within every page
She

Rest Comes

In shapes and vapors of the sky

Or on the glow of moonbeams cast about

Rest comes - a gentle angel

She walks in the stillness of dreams

Floats enraptured, enchanted

Gliding upon the ether of sleep

On the outskirts of places forgotten and unknown

Among the quiet trembling of the trees

In the mists of an early dawn

Drawn along between the here and there

Where I was and where I go

A rich rushing canyon river of billows,

Peaceful carriage and turbulent flowing

In the bodiless floating and drifting now

As a vision perplexing the mind

Wonderful, bright, and burnished pure

In the houses and mansions of the soul

Graceful as the wind tracing each slumbering body

She dances o’er the dormant and unassuming

Balancing on the breath and the beating heart

She is the womb that carries dreams

An arch of archetypes and feelings

A flower fragrant in the night

A mirror in the heart - Vanishing by day

Made clear in the revelation of birdsong

Singing for joy under the spell of heaven’s dew

Each morning droplet a blessing left behind

Memories of her cloudy white bridal train

(Pic from Doug Blue - Women Life)

Vikings In Burning Eyes

In bitter winds, by violent sea
Watching long for Norsemen strong
Upon the hard rocks sits she

Eyes of sky, locks of wheat
Waving o'er rose petal cheeks
Tender fingers blue and meek
As the days and nights 
Span into weeks

O waters high 
Churning low
A watery grave 
Is for ye now
Fortunes turning
Upon your brow
To kiss your head
With coin and bread
Or breakers foam
The flooded tomb
In seaweeded 
Jorgmungandr's home

Like the lightening cold and stark
Riding Storm and thunder
The Vikings come from old Denmark 
For conquest and for plunder 

Turning the waves into weapons 
That are swift, forceful and sure
Like great eagles with sharp talons
They descend upon the shore

Striking horror and bloody terrors In the dark of night
Then in early morning and dawning tides flooding 
As dragon boated warriors swept away out of sight

The raiders became unknowing captives 
In spite of their awesome terrible might
For a boy's burning eyes beheld the motion
Of the quaking Asgardians' flight, 
Upon the deep and blue molten ocean 
Waves and swords flashing in the blinding light

Gone from the land a terrible blight,
Yet In fitful sleep he hears them alright 
The Mother tries to calm her child's fright
But the moonless shadows keep on singing
A Ghostly song Ringing, a calling out in the night
Chanting, boasting, shouting 
With gusto and bloodthirsty delight

O waters high and
Churning low
A watery grave 
Is for ye now
Fortunes turning
Upon your brow
To kiss your head
With coin and bread
Or breakers foam
The flooded tomb
In seaweeded 
Jorgmungandr's home