Longingly, wistfully
In the garden at night
Does she bathe in the moon
With its dull silver light

Its craters rippled
Below the deep sky
In a crescent pool
Where the stars now lie

And there in the stars
Or what now remain
Does she sing her last song
With brontidal refrain

A singular symphony
Of all that could be
In a future unshackled
From darkness set free

Though now the light fades
And tall shadows grow
Her song reaches out
That all might know

Hope yet remains
In this long coming night
As the moon still stands
Reflecting dead light

Unknown
Cannot be shown
Will not reveal
What cannot be known

Glimpses in youth
Hands in the frame
Frozen in fear
Of what cannot be named

Black like smoke
Obscurely defined
Dreams and reality
Share a thin line

The passages deep
Filled with black water

On a cliff they stood
With no where to go

Above and below
Were oceans of stars

And to their left and right
Lied deafening bones

The only option
To move diagonally

Into the places
That no men know

Her smile was sweet
Innocent and kind
It caught his eye
More than once

But regardless
Of all his rationalizing
He knew he loved her
And it could be no one else

His heart suffered
Every day he didn't talk to her
Just hearing her sweet voice
Was enough to make his day

And she knew it

Every day that he watched
Longingly pining for her
She put on her best show
In front of someone else

She smiled
Not sweetly or innocently
But treacherously
Because she cared for no one

At least not anymore
The attention of others
Is the only thing
That brings her solace

They walk around
With blood pouring from their chests
And a spoon in hand to lap it back up,
But it's never enough.
After all, how could they be satisfied,
When their hearts lay on the ground

Charred and misshapen;
Sacrificed,
To the god of nothing.

Any man can create chaos
Few men can create order
But one must be a God
To bring the two in balance

I write for someone
Though I know not who
It could just be for me
Or maybe it's for you

Maybe you alone
Truly know and understand
The words that pour out
Of my head into my hands

Maybe you alone
Think of my poems in the dead of night
When all the world is quiet
And the moon is your only light

Or perhaps your are no one
A figment of my mind
Though I'd like to think you're real
And our fates are intertwined

A hollow bell resonates
Over cliffs and ridges
Slick with an oily rain

Few remain to hear it
And those that do
Are wary of its toll

Nonetheless they answer
The call from that tower
Overlooking the sea

Though they know it not to be their doom
They suspect it in their hearts

Grey seas lap methodically
On distant time worn shores
At the very edge of the world

On those shores has future past
And what has happened
Not yet come to be

A weathered wooden pier
Extends to meet the waves
Surrounded by churning vapor

A silhouette stands there alone
Looking out to the sea
Motionless as if a part of the scene

And soon it is gone
Enveloped by the thick fog
That rolls in endlessly

From those colorless seas

The cold air never touched my skin
It's simply pierced thought
To the very marrow of my bones
When it reached my chest
A cloud of vapor
Began to appear around me
As the heat of my heart
Battled the ice within me
I could feel them both slowing
Yet neither could conquer the other
So I carried on in the snow

Below lies
What was once above

Trapped
In a fragile stasis

And the unfinished rites
That hold such things in place
Are easily broken

If their slumber is disturbed

This place had met annihilation
How long ago none could say
But it's ruins yet stood
Among the hills and forest valleys

I walked among such ruins
Since I was young
Yearning for the sights and sounds
This walls held in their prime

The craftmanship was unparalleled
Gorgeous even in destruction
The inscriptions on pillars
Beckoned me as if alive

I could never read them
For I knew not that old language
The language of a lost empire
That rose in distant ages

In my latter years I now shudder
Having studied that ancient tongue
And recalling the passages
Engraved upon those marbled archways

They spoke not of great conquests
Or kings and heroes of old
No they served only as warnings
For the generations to come

The penultimate inscription
That lay upon the palace walls
So important it was inlayed
With obsidian and gold, read thusly;

"No Utopia may exist upon this Earth.
The perfection of man is a troubled one,
Doomed from its inception.
Man seeks to put forth into the world
What does not reside within him,
And so he corrupts the world
And himself in the process.

Oh how little you know,
Son of the Second Moon.
When..."

Beneath the etchings I remember
The bones of four men
About them lay rusted chisels
And other carving tools

I noticed as well, that the inscription
Appeared unfinished
As if the engraver was stopped
Forcibly before his work was done

I reached out to touch the groove
The final character never filled
With the obsidian and gold inlay
It was colder than stone should be

But that is all I remember
As I appeared to have passed out
And woken up with the gentle sun
The following morning

The oceans are dark and deep
As they were before creation

The gentle sun has died
Not a glorious death
But a slow fading
Into obscurity

The moon lies broken
Shattered in night sky
Reflecting only the dim light
Of long dead stars

Darkness covers the Earth
Yet still she remains
Bidding her time
Waiting for the moment

To set the wandering moon
Back into its orbit
And ignite the spark
Of a ghostly sun

All this she will do
That her children might return to her
In far off ages to come

Mildly, mildly
Veiled does she lean
In marbled archways
Yet never is seen

She smiles longingly
Remembering yore
What she has done
And who it was for

Many thousands pass by
But pay her no heed
For the sacrifice she made
Or the depths of her deeds

Though she is forgotten
Her smile lingers on
Until the final day
When all the world is gone

My battery doesn't last long
I can't care about others
As often or as well as you do
I need time to be alone

So when you see my smile
Become crooked and fake
Don't let me go on empty
Give me some time to recharge

My heart is not as large as yours

I watch the motion of the ocean
In her sea green eyes
They leave a notion of emotion
Reflected cloudy skies
I apply devotion like it's lotion
So that her sun might rise

I've died twice
With a third death coming
Just on the horizon

I eagerly await it

For this death
Will bring more life
Than I have ever lived

I watch them pass
Perhaps far away
Perhaps close by
I can no longer tell

Their movements are strange
Loose and half ethereal
As thought they walk the earth
On legs not trained by it

The sky I once knew
Is not where it used to be
And neither is my heart
In this strange world

The heavens drip
And the stars look fragile
Laying at the bottom
Of an ever blackening sea

Familiar yet foreign
Strange new forms
Repeat a set dance
That I've known since birth

Amid faint phosphorescence
Do they emerge each night
From the rocks and snowy crags
Of a solemn wispy mountain

Ever streaming downwards
Loose in their movements
Until they reach the forest pools
Where spring first arrives

She's waiting for me there
Lovely as always
A warm afternoon glow
Adorns her patient face

The scent of summer berries
Faintly reaches out
From her long silky hair
Carried by a gentle breeze

Sometimes I think I smell it
Though I know she is far away
Making me all the more eager
To find that hidden place

Where she patiently waits
For me to one day find her

The emerald eves
Flow and fall
Down the sides
Of those ancient walls

Once a garden
Of gods unknown
Now but a maze
Long since overgrown

Visions though brief
Haunt men there
In the ivied belvedere
Of that sweet mountain air

The machine calls out
From the depths of that valley
Long ago a smoldering crater
Now a thick selcouth jungle
Untouched by the hands of men

There are some who can hear it
A faint yet constant murmur
Something wholly foreign
Beckoning them further
Into that primordial place

The whispers of a resurgent god

The lapping of the gentle sea
Lulls me to sleep each night
By the salt encrusted pillars
Do I dream faint dreams of her
Though she has long since gone
And I will see her no more

Others seen in elegance
Perfection of their craft
How we desire their gifts
Forgetting our own

I knew her not
But I had seen her
Blurry and vague
Yet somewhere
She resided
In the depths of my mind
We she was
Or if I'd meet her
I would never know for sure
Until it was already too late

Whoever is nearest longest
Is the person I fall in love with.
Though my thoughts
And visions are complex,
I can't shake this instinct.
A simple childish trust;
An imprint
From another wandering soul,
Who happened to pass my way.

The world died

And has been reborn
Countless times now
I am not sure
If the Earth I knew
Is the one I yet stand on

The light fades
And with its recession
Do the Formless move
Unrestrained now
As they once were

Before the stars were born

A tragic birth
Prophesied to die
On the hill of bones
Where vultures fly

It comforts me strangely
In these colder days
When grey clouds cover
The sun's distant rays

That one so distant
Was born to save
All those rejected
To the depths of the grave

Born to die
A death alone
But first to rise
Above the stones

The hidden weapon
A double- edged sword
To break the curse
And lead us all toward

Our final redemption
The broken made whole
To peace at last
His Father's goal

So I'll sing and delight
As the angels on high
Rejoicing in death
That none more may die

It must be the last winding cobbled road
In all of the city

It weaved in and out of old stone houses
Built long before there was any pattern
Or structure to the town's layout

Rarely these modern days
Was its surface graced by human feet

Its lampposts were still gas lit
Though who maintained them
I could not say

As it surely wasn't the city

Nestled away tight and narrow
As the European cities of old

The cobblestone path
Bared no resemblance
To the wide macadamized streets

Of the ever burgeoning city
Which has all but forgotten

This old and sacred place
Where the lonesome memories
Of distant ages yet linger

Ever westward
Beyond hills and seas
Through vast forests
Of towering trees

Across great oceans
Yawning and deep
To northern coasts
Where cold waves sweep

Through storming tropics
And island chains
To the waving grasses
Of sun soaked plains

Over colossal mountains
Snow laden and grand
Until thus returned
To the shimmering sands

And when this journey
Is finally complete
With aching back
And calloused feet

Can all then rest
under a brave new sky
Where men no longer
Must one day die

Fallen in and twisted
distant eras and future space
Collide and break apart
Infinite ends and beginnings
Fold in on each other
Creating a grand kaleidoscope
A final flash of all things
The last display of an artful creation
Before the darkness returns
From the distant gulfs
In which it has waited
Since before the birth of the stars

Do not cry
That we've forgotten what we know
For the world was made for us
And in it will we grow
Throughout all things
Shooting up through the Earth
Ever close to the sun
Until we reach out
And grasp it in our hands

Solemn Mymn in onyx tomb
Returned to dust the mother's womb
Where martyrs come and pilgrims drawn
Long after sun and earth are gone

The song will play against dying stars
Calling spirits from near and far
To share in silence a familiar tune
Before the fall of our wondrous moon

Through the boughs and leaves
Valleys and crumbled rocks
Does the wind echo

Vaguely articulate
Beneath the moonlight
As if whispering

The telling of stories
Buried in distant ages
The comfort of belonging

To a place that is our own

Moss and mold
Brick and stone
The marching ages
To carry alone
The sickness spread
Its corruption whole
An ancient evil's
Final goal  
To cover the world
In a thoughtless haze
And to rule once more
Until the end of days

He lay there
An enervated mass
His legs feeble
Too weak to stand

An onlooker
Of his kingdom's fall
From hidden tower
He watched it burn

Helpless he mourned
Regretting his illness
Cursing his birth
And rebuking the sun

That sun now dim
So faint in the sky
That abandoned his line
So very long ago

Unexpectedly
Up and down
Contracting
Back and forth
Communication
Lost and found
Acknowledgement
Of disconnection

It haunts those streets
In the hidden hours
When neither sun nor moon
Grace the stillborn sky

That city lost long ago
To the steady march of the waves
In the ages since though
Have the great waters receeded

Leaving but strange memoires
Of coral and salt
Sitting upon the shores
Of a dried up sea

There, among thirsting relics
Of a bygone seabed
Does a creature lurk
In exalted solitude

Neither spirit nor man
But somewhere inbetween
shrouded in tattered cloth
And adorned by grievous horns

In and out through the ruins
Of that once alluring locus
Where in long ages past
The spirits and sprites yet lingered

But no longer
Now only the solitary Wydyatt
Haunts those ancient roads
Beneath the twilight skies

Far distant capital
On the Ilmyuin slopes
Where once was held
The hopes and dreams of all
Where white towers rose
Grandiose spires to the clouds
Touching the very heavens
Bringing them closer to the earth
The pride of all mankind
But now who can say
What has become of the city
For it has not been seen
Since the great ice fell
Covering the northern realms
In shadow and snow
Perhaps one day
In distant times to come
The pure cobalt walls
Of that lost city
Will shimmer once again
Beneath the light of a resurgent sun

Space felt,
But not perceived.
Dimensions known
We may not leave.
Yet just beyond
Our senses felt,
All rules and laws
Begin to melt.
Swirling, twisting
To strange new form;
Sight is cold
Yet thought is warm.
And when all things
Have come to pass,
Will it start anew
Again, at last.

A golden ichor poured down
From archways and aqueducts
Sourcing itself
From somewhere far off

Beyond the cobalt walls

It appeared as necessary
The lifeblood of a marvelous city
Frozen in time long ago
Beneath a undying sun

Where none yet remain

Broken glass left in a bowl
A shattered heart not yet whole
Sunken head on a wooden table
To try again when they are able

You've become too soft in your age;
Passion and purpose
Given way to complacency and acceptance.

"Surely", you say," all will be saved."
As you refuse to do your job
Of revealing salvation to those lost.

God was quick to disown the nations
Who disobeyed him,
How quick will he disown you?

One who has brought countless down,
Down with them to the depths
Of the ancient abyss.

all by refusing to carry out
The only task you have on this earth.

The air was pure
The sun just set
Shades of purple
Faded to black

A sliver horned moon
Appeared in the sky
Revealed by thick clouds
As they sailed in the night

I could see the darkness
Of the unlit moon
The ocean of storms
And the craters of time

In felt for a moment
That my gaze was returned
By similar wondering eyes
Somewhere in the shadow

Of the sliver horned moon

Coarse
Rough to the touch
I stare at the board
Waiting for someone to smooth it
While my hands sit idle

All I can do
Is be better a me
Than the one I was yesterday
But it's never enough
I won't ever feel worth it
Worth your time or effort
Though the mere thought
Of your soft smile
Makes me try harder
Than I ever have before

To the black depths will we go
Down and ever further
To find the light we lost
So long ago above
Light lost but never love

I saw a crystal clear glass
Nearly full to the brim
With pure spring water
And a single orange seed
Floating inside of it

It's cold out
The distant icy light
Of an obscured sun
Only makes me colder

Remembering the warmth it once gave

To sit up straight
On the edge of my bed
Anxious, contemplating
The day that lies ahead

Then to feel her bear arms
Silk smooth hands on my shoulder
A soft voice still half asleep
Whispering near my neck

It's Sunday morning come back to bed