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

Run

Run

The sightless watchers -are kingsmen come

More necks do they spy

More lives do they seek to plumb

They In Godless harmony

Run
To a quiet place get out now

Take the hog 

And the sow

Dog and cat

Horse and cow

Don’t look back

Run for your life

Or you will end up 

like lots wife

Run
Go to the Synagogue

Drink of the Decalogue

Go to the church

Open up every heart and cry

Heaven thy soul to search

Get ye to a nunnery

Find a sacred tent

Before the bloody leftists

Take thy soul to rent

Go now to monastery

Seek out the apothecary

Run
Teach your children well

Lest the girls say "add to me"

The boys " cut mine away to hell"

There is no place for elders

No place for the child

Spokesmen kill with actions

With flowery words beguile

Run

Who said it’s wrong to question

Or some were weeds to pull

Who offered a final solution

Gave education and media’s masses

A pollution of sullied lies to cull

No place for God in heaven

Unless there’ll be some killin

No place for the Messiah

Unless violent or false religion

The turned around

Can no longer turn away

For the lies whispered softly

Have turned their minds to clay

The compassionate heart melts

Gone in the taken day

But even as blind men bluff

Others see love’s way

To hope and trust enough

In truth’s final play 

Run
Listen and understand

Hear what the wise winds say 

When the leaders

Follow a fallen star

Broken, deceived bleeders                 

Chasing power from afar 

Little birds, the weak and children

Plead: "no molestar, no molestar

Rising above the world’s cauldron

With creation they utter a prayer

Groaning in consternation and with fear

“Save us oh Holy One, save us                                                                                                  From From the tyrannical, pain, tears, death and despair”

epilogue... for see they do yet come for us all

Travel On

They like alligators

Slip into the passing flows

Out from the paths

They follow a rose

As into the sunset

My mind goes 

On to better places

Leave the day behind

Some treasure lost

In the night to find

Back now

To the wanton belly

Of the way –

On the fast pace

Of the black river

Back now 

To the vanishing horizon

Of this event

The curve of the road sinks

Beneath the wheels

My thoughts are left behind

The projected vision

Of red tail lights up ahead –

Locked in a film noir

Of blacks and greys tonight.....

Climbing climbing – pulled

Like a moth in the moonlight

By the magnet of life

The words are gone ..

The pics are gone...

and so am I for now....

Travel on, travel on,

Travel on my friend...

Little Girl

Little Girl

Who took the joy from your eyes little girl

Who stole the glow of your pearl

Who took the sun away from your shine

Why in your glass is there no wine

Gone is the day, left only blackened ash

Where is the love in your cup little lass

Tis not lost on those who see little girl

That thread of pain in your words little girl

Who put the dark in the way of your sight

As you wither from sufferings in the night

Sweetest one, who emptied your flash of light

A curse on those who have robbed you little girl -

Will not right the past nor the ache that you feel

So I pray that peace set your mind and heart to heal

As fair winds fall gently upon your flowing tresses’ curl

That you may dance and sing o’er field and heathered world

And Jasmine dew fill your life with good once again little girl.

A Lullaby Prayer

A Lullaby Prayer

A Lullaby prayer

After the funeral

Came news of the newborn

Later
In the deep
I saw them

In the waves of time

Standing in the light

Of my childhood home

Asking -how have you been

And -what’s been going on

Would you like a cup of coffee

She asked, but then
I left out

In the night
Of the city
Looking

For someone,  
A brother

Of a different mother

But lost in the concentration

I stood among them

On the terraced hills and streets

Throngs of youth

Waiting, watching, cheering

For a concert, football or some event

Once again
I was at a loss and lost

To put together my way in life

But comforted by the display

On the faces of the future

And the hope shown there

Eyes aglow
And smiles in their words

Contrasted by the despair

Like a negative reflection

On the surface of darkened alley ways

O’er those hills and peoples I flew

In the silent craft of surreal circles

Aware of a need

A nagging feeling that

I had an appointment to keep

With yet another loved one

Should I be surprised in

The light of morning

That the times past

The experience present

And the vision future

Are joined in one place

As Family, babies, friends

Life, society, death

With the cold moonstruck dew

Rising into day

Spiraling, Ascending

Toward Completion

In the brightness

The flash of heat

From eternal shores

To infinite oceans

Pure, white

Spirit’s breath

And sight

Creation’s

Flight

Old

To new

Set

Aright

Counting On Florida

To southern Florida 1 2 3

Let’s go there just you and me

Take a hot tip for a nice trip to Miami

White sands, t-shirts and dolphins to see

4 5 6 clear jellyfish on the shining sea shore

Hammerhead sharks just above the rich sea floor

We’ll walk the green croc and the occasional alligator

As we stomp down hard on our fan boat’s accelerator

7 8 9 feeling so fine in a comfortable sweltering recline

Sipping up some bubbly sweet ice cold Moscato wine

Sleeping on a sunny beach, or snorkeling the blue coral shell

Dancing, Kissing, romancing, strolling in damp night back to the hotel

Clouds haze rolling past the moonlight’s gaze upon a glimmering ocean swell

Tides overwhelming our secret silky silent spell, hours slipping well past 10 11 12

Fireworks and starfish flung far above lighting up across the humid coastal sky

Heat lightning flashing throughout purple velvet making the heavens cry

In darkness deep lay a swimming waves keep where nothing can be seen

Only faces, feelings, visions and reelings of memories that we dream

Until foaming the waters flee away from day’s brilliant dawning gleam

White gulls and pelicans preening and teaming after fishes keen

Way down in the crashing slap of a Floridian spray and steam

Far below our perch 13 14 15 levels high up in the game

16 17 18 breathes the tanning, playing surfing scene

19 20 21 winter, spring, and summer fun in FLA’s sun

22 me and you, 23 see the sea, 24 + 1 lines, 25 alive

Add food, friends and family to join in the revelry

So I say to you old chum, away to that Shangri-La  

In happy total sum, always count on Florida.

Tiffany Song

Tiffany honey

You are so lovely

Mellow as the month of May

Tiffany honey you are my sunny day

You’re in a quandary

We’re having a baby

We got no money to play

Tiffany darling everything’s gonna be ok

Sometimes get moody

Happy and angry

Colder than a winter’s day

It doesn’t matter, we work it out anyway

We could get married

With friends and family

Wedding bands and everlasting vows

Dry your eyes Tiffany, let me see you smile

Now we’re together

It’s not always easy

Wouldn’t have any other way

Sweet loving Tiffany and kids, we’re a family.

Precious Sail

Precious sail on whom the winds did prevail

When you were but young and pale

Filled you up and carried you in heavy gale

Who can tell of the hell cast in the open sea

When far out the wind cries away with thee

When black clouds the hull enshroud

And you reach out a friendly hand noble and proud

As you list from side to side in the heave and pitch

What devil, what witch would sling thee into watery ditch

But you were beautifully made and strong

Who would have predicted you’d round the horn

Not once, not twice but so many, many times in life

Only to spy the ice at the poles and the equator slice

No matter the sea squalls and ice, you had been tied thrice

Set tall and wide along the splintery oaken mast

From the time the silk was sewn your life was cast

Made like a morning mist ‘neath the sun, of finest silk

Embracing ocean’s breath with cloth, coursing o’er the wavy depth

Were you running away from terror or pursuing a dream

Both perhaps, in sailing’s up and down stormy scheme

With bell overhead and rippling flag the sound did nag

Bell Ringing, or tolling, then clanking out like a sea hag

Flag snapping, and cracking or hissing of something wrong

Yet sometimes happy like a bird you sang a joyful song

Sounding the depths and anchoring sunny safe harbor

Set about by children and pets playing in grass and arbor

Until the next journey to the cape should begin

Another battle with storm and sea to be won

The little seaside town kept vigil for your return

Spyglasses peering, tracking horizon up and down

Fiery sunset turned blackest night to reddened eyes

Then dazed sunrise catching salty hearts by surprise

Whitecaps riding sweeping gusts of shrieks and cries

Brought news, the lighthouse stood in disbelief and sighs

Your vessel had broken in violence against the reef

Sliding down watery embankments in tempest deep

But you, it is said, were broken free of moorings and taken

Carried up on high in beautiful display a by whirlwind in the sky

Dolphins, Terns, gulls, pelicans and pipers yet travel sea and coast

Hoping to see you in windswept coat and then to the world of your glory boast

But you are sure to be found in the heaving hearts of friends who loved you most

For Maggie May in fond memory of M. Shelley

Fine Feline Fellow

In the baby’s breath of morning

With the sun’s face warmly calling

Came a sound outside my window

I spied there a fine feline fellow

Shining coat, eyes of yellow

Black and white, lithe and rippling

Exotic moment; I felt like Rudyard Kipling

Psssht! Said I, dressed in my bedroom array

Surprised, tail saluting he scurried quickly sidling away

Later at the breakfast table

Between the bites of oats and maple

Outside, rustling green leaves in the orange tree’s 2^nd story

Up the branch padded the cat in all his stalking glory

Out came I to offer him helping arms and hands

But his fierce and glowering look spoke of other plans

So I went back into the house, onto coffee, sugar and cream

As I grabbed my leather bag to leave, I heard the mouser scream

Cup, bag and keys in hand, I rushed out the back door

Mr. 9 lives was in the garden, like a dragon on the moor

What hobbit had he seen that spooked his lives to 8?

As a giant I peered down intently through the many flowers sweet

Senses alerted but finding naught and the hour was getting late

When suddenly he pounced back into the flora bed, earnestly in a crouch

But something moved, and with hair straight and his back up in an arch

The puss jumped high and away from his march, right out of his boots

As something prehistoric hissed and backed into the bushy roots

The big Lizard’s tail switched violently as I caught his terrible gaze

In an instant the fairy monster had disappeared into the greenery’s maze

The kitten wanted to pursue, but with water I shoo’d him away

Then I went off to office work and he to sunny play.