Step From The Shadow

December 31, 2004

in a step from the shadow
of a tree in the day
the great sky
is a background
for the sun’s warming golden rays

in a leap
from the waters
of the sea in the spring
the mountains
will rise upward
to greet the fair birds that will sing

in a reach
into the arms
of a love in the night
the heavens
unfurl their cape
to welcome the soul’s greatest flight


Him And Me

December 31, 2004

much too loud
seas of sound overwhelm the crowd

in my head
is a dusty, dry riverbed

to the world
the singer roars, fingers curled

in my hands
my fingers mangle steel bands

the one mind
resonates concepts that blind

in my soul
is a revealing presence only one other can know


December 31, 2004

The wind stirred gently
about his cloak
as the man’s grey eyes
watched the morning mist.

A thin silver torc
rested about his throat
to pair with the band
of fine silver at his wrist.

A cup of mulled ale
warmed his old hand,
his grey head bowed down
low to catch the scent.

He dreamed back through his
long years in this land.
Countless they numbered.
So much had each meant.

An aged mind flew back
to ages long past,
to see the faces,
hear the voices all but gone,

to once again find
palaces in realms vast
where he had been lord
of much—had been strong.

Soon visions passed
and he drew up his staff.
Of all things he had
loved so much, then,

the best loved was
by waters’ cool lap
at first light, to dream
and greet his beloved land.