On the hills of a slaying darkness,
I hear still my lost lover’s roar.
light and sad, with grief transparent,
my melancholy fills with you.
You, and you alone, my sorrow,
Still untouched and unmoved.
My heart flames again, and loves,
for then what else could it do?

I’ve just held you up to offer my hand,
And cannot help my weeping to see you wander.
Even leftovers leave to appease the nights hunger.
I will await your return with empty stomach.

Time travels deep amidst you earthly lot,
Are you yet so earthly to be tranquil and free,
From the madding crowds thronging the streets?
What's that?
Your ethereal existence transcends the worldly?
I spot a child picking daisies beyond the roadside edge,
Looking up, perchance she caught sight of me.
Behold the beauty of her daisy’s death,
There is much truth in her reality,
And yet still, I find no better words to explain it.
Then tranquil, earthly and free.

Without a sound
The moon arcs high
a cratered orb tracking time.
It slips beyond my quixotic experience
beyond the reach of my rational hands.
Pale and round the silent drum,
glistens speckled silver-bright.
The night cats howl, the winds lash out,
blowing and tossing life’s pages about,
There for an intellectual moon’s delight,
New pages that need to be learned.
Lyrics of a song, fragments of a tune
Searching for and nearly found.
Looking for one more story to tell,
The moon arcs high
Without a sound.