How the trees like Ghost palms raised plea to the grey night. I too am Drunk on sadness. Here amongst them I too confide in the stars. I have sought futile comfort in others and in wine. Nothing pacifies my hunger. Into this dispute of my flesh and my heart I’ve brought the sky.
Rainy and foggy, a sleep inducing mist covers the land. From the bracken, Enticements in hand, Metal voices call out to me. Momentarily These words I take on as flesh. Besotted with them, This sweet stupor, I must indulge… But deep down My waking eyes yearn to witness The truth that Lives in a separateContinue reading
Cold was the wind that blew me from her arms; now I don’t even remember the taste of her name. I hear her in… Cars passing by on the road. I see her in… Lonesome cabins Beyond the pines Under gauzy Skies filled with muted stars. Some hunger rises, something pained and feverish calls fromContinue reading “The Orphan”
She stands there forlorn at the water’s edge, Hair mirroring the sun. I, a nomadic ascetic heart, a wandering shadow on the desert floor. I will stand here looking at Her that shimmering city of golden promises. Babylon. Her arms will be the gateway to my beautiful doom.