Silence Screams

Silence wades in somber seas Lonely in the darkened wood Floating in a world of dancing grass Soaring through the cloudy skies Silence screams within the darkened mind (featured image source)

She Calls to Me

She calls to me. The fair island.   Her fragrant scent, so sweet, so full of death and growth, flows o'er the oceans vast that stretch so tautly on our mother's swollen womb with dark and melancholy histories distending in a body's sullen soul by resonating peals; a paradox, a pox of reeling brews that ply …

The Rising Smoke

Softly drifts the languid smoke beyond its rounded gate, Intermingling with unhurried, conversated waves, Coasting through the crowded words – divinely fashioned forms for patient cogitations – Listening to passionate opinions stated and defended with A relishing aplomb; Coaxing down the speeding train of thought and time In chilled, relaxing grace; Cooling minds and harboring …

Sentinel of Stone

Long have grown the grasses green about my cracking base Running o’er the ancient paths, along the learned grounds Covering the bones of men who lived and bled and died amongst the years Constant in their living hue, these blades preserve the memory of age Thoughts of learning Thoughts of rivers running strong Thoughts of …

Woolen Cloak

Quietly the woolen cloak descends upon the sleeping ground, solemnly returning in the winter’s song, softened harmony reflecting silence’ part Watchful o’er the sleeping land the blanket bathes the senses’ open nerves with subtle waves of resting light and solitude Underneath this calming sea, the trees have shed their summer’s dress and sleep in dreams …

May Peace Descend

May peace descend, a shimmering cascade of sparkling sweet waters A silence, full and emptied of the noise that presses deep inside A solitude, healing rest for all the quaking thoughts and racing conversations A sweet cessation, of the ever-present wars and pains and sorrows’ hold May peace descend upon our busted mind (featured image …