Any opinions or excessive remorse described in these poems
are not necessarily the opinions or attitude of the webmistress.

"Soars"

I used to soar in my world
above the granite peaks
through the valleys.
My air crisp and clean
lighted by silver lamps.
Then you came.

Once I roamed my world
free and untamed.
Watched the mist filter
through my trees
Then you came.

I saw and asked
that you stay.
You said yes.
My world was yours now
and it began to change.

My world grew bright.
No more did the mist come.
The air turned thick and harsh.
The silver lamps red
because you came.

Now I can only stand,
my world in ruin.
The granite peaks crumble.
My wings are broken
because you came,
and then left.
 

"A Glimpse of Eden"

Beyond this moment,
this small pat of time,
I can offer naught
but a glimpse of Eden.

Yet I can offer much.
All my love in this moment;
My dreams and hopes,
they are your's.

Tomorrow, next hour,
I promise you not,
for I may go,
or you may vanish.

But now, this moment
we have each other
What love we share
a glimpse of Eden.
 

""Dreams?"

No friends I see of crimson and gold,
only these plants of green.
The light from the lamps, it is too bold,
not a soft, white sheen.

No soft morning mist with crisp wind
only a dawn that is too bright ~
A sky too blue to call my friend,
no wings for morning flight.

Is this a dream from which I wake,
or is this the world of men?
If a dream, then I will partake .
If real, then I cannot win.
 

"Alone II"

Now my world rises
from the ashes you left.
The mist comes once again.
Silver light shines.

I roam my valleys
and see the trees.
They are green once more.
Peace is back.

Yet there is an emptiness.
Only the sounds I make
echo through the world.
I am alone.
 

"Hawk"

Hawk dives.
Prey runs.
No place
to hide.

Your need ~
my life,
No place
to hide.
 

"Come Not"

Come not to my land,
for the cold will hurt.
Its beauty you cannot
understand.  It is harsh.

Come not to my land
for the light is dim.
The mist is there always.
Mountain lines are sharp.

Come not to my land
for colors are bright
without any shading.
The air is clean and crisp.

Come not to my land
for I want to be alone.
 

"Rejected"

I built a world for you,
but you rejected it.
'I must go', were your words,
to see what life is about.

As you left, our world
began to shake.
Down came the sky.
Chasms opened.

Your move left me
naked.
No one to turn to.
You left me alone.
 

"Memory"

I have lain with others.
They and I have given
of our bodies to each.

In this I have found
no help or flight
from your memory.

Still, I try to lose
in others that memory.
Still it burns in my mind.

Can no one remove that?
My flesh burns to
feel again your touch.

My mind again wants
the sound of you
and your scent.

Others are but shadows.
No one can drive from me
the memory of you.

Yet you are gone.
to another. I lose.
I am alone.
 

"If I Could Only Tell You"

Would that I could say
'In you I see a love.'
I would hold you close
and share my world.

It cannot be that way.
My love would crush
and seem cold to you.
For ice made my heart.

The words do not come.
If only I could say
'I love you, I want
and need your love'.

If only I could share
the light of dawn ~
warmth of the fire,
Then my universe complete would be.
 

"Emotions"

My life is empty,
yet at a look from you
the sun shines in.
Emotions lost are found.

Here is my hand.
I offer it with open
heart and mind.
Emotions lost are found.

I can't offer worlds,
nor can I offer things.
Only I offer myself.
Emotions lost are found.

If this is enough,
then my heart and mind ~
those are yours.
Emotions lost are found.
 

"Open"

Open your eyes.
See the golden grain of
my love of you.

Open your arms.
Gather the harvest of
my love of you.

Open your mind.
Accept the gift of
my love of you.

Open your heart.
Return to me
my love of you.
 

"Soul"

Open the gates
of dusty memory.
Sift the ashes
for it must be here!

Search the skies.
Look at the peaks
and under the seas
for it must be here!

Walk the paths of time.
Look in that recess of mind.
Scout the valleys of Id
for it must be here!

Lift the rocks of hurt.
Set aside leaves of pain.
Look under the log of experience
for it must be here!

What you ask?
I must answer.
My soul, my being ~
It must be here!

I know, I sense.
Yes, now I see.
There I would find it
under her memory.
 

"I Remember"

I remember from times past
the beads of sweat on your lip ~
the scent from between your breasts
in morning's light.

I remember from times past
the way you met each move
during our nights of loving ~
your soft sighs; my harsh breath.

I remember from times past
the music and magic of you ~
The soft touch of your hands;
Our caresses with eyes and hands.

I remember from times past
the days spent in lovemaking.
The day with not a word needed;
my all consuming passion for you.

I remember from times past.
I know from times present
the void that is now mine,
because you are no longer with me.
 

"Man"

Expand your chest.
Walk on toe-tips.
Strut and prance
animal called Man.

Show your brawn.
Your mind forgotten;
Glands rule you
animal called Man.

Babble your song.
Rhetoric of poets
you use to charm
animal called Man.

Soon you go,
then pure song
and peace come
animal called Man.
 

"In My Mind"

In my mind, I see
spread upon my pillow
your hair of gold
softly touching me.

In my mind, I feel
your flesh touching me ~
The heat of you
against my skin.

In my mind, I know
your body joining
with mine in joy.
The union of two.

In my mind, only.
Your love and trust
freely given me,
returned in kind.

Only behind my wall
and in my mind
does this happen.
Only there.
 

"For K.E."

This creation of mine
I would share.
The tall, rugged and
sharp-edged mountains
towering cathedral-like.
Trees that conspire
to touch the heaven
with roots in hell.

The wide grey-blue
of my sky.
With room for us
to soar, loop and dive.
The mornings when
the pure, grey mist
floats in the valleys
to renew their life.

My crisp, sharply cold
mornings in crystal streams
with mid day made
for resting with arms
and legs entwined.
Nights with silver moons
and fairies at play.
A time for loving.

All of this and more
I would share with you.
Stretch out your hand.
Take mine and come
to my land of enchantment
wonder, magic and love.
Come let me share all.
Let me show you Love.
 

"To Jayne"

Would it be wrong to share
a part of me that is dear?
I ask close not your heart.
Allow what I offer to start.

What I offer can you see
or will you allow it to be?
Will it be like the bud of a rose
that in mid-winter is froze?

Will you share the song,
or do you think it wrong?
What I offer is the Dove,
and its name is Love.
 

"The Veil"

A veil of mist hangs
'round my world.
Shelter from those outside ~
A signal of isolation.

My world is safe; at peace.
None may enter.
I see dimly your shadow
and my world trembles.

If I stuck my hand out,
would you grasp it?
Would you enter my
veiled world?

Would you put aside the veil
and enter my world?
Could you understand this,
my world of mountains and valleys?
 

"They Call"

They call to me from the sky,
'Come fly with us. Know the
reality of freedom.'
With a heavy sigh,
I turn from them.
For I am man.  He who can
not know the Freedom.

They call to me from the field.
'Come run with us. Know the
wind blowing past.  Know freedom.'
With a heavy sigh,
I turn from them.
Fo rI am man.  he who can
not know the Freedom.

They call to me from the sea.
'Come swim, dive and play with us.
Learn the worth of Freedom.'
With a heavy sigh,
I turn from them;
for I am amn.  He who can
not know the Freedom.

I turn now to my task,
pick up my tools with a calloused hand.
I turn my mind back to the
task of providing for my life.
This is my way; to earn my place.
For I am man; he who shall
never know the Freedom.
 

"Love I"

Love's memory never rest.
It returns to my breast
like the bodies of heaven,
forever in a circle driven.

Like a deer in flight,
or morning mist in Light;
Love does not last.
Memory that runs past.

I reach out to hold
and find only air, cold.
Love, you past me once.
Left only the brief taste.
 

"Come"

You never felt the cold
nor heard the words
that forbade you entry.

The light that is dim
it holds, for you, no fright.
The mist is your gown.

The colors so bright
you use as jewels.
You understand the beauty.

Come to my land.
It is a place I know
you can understand.
 

"M'Lady"

The air crisp and clean
it sings to me.  She comes.
Who, I ask, enters here?
Why?  I am the Laird.

The mountains tall, rugged
with edges sharp, soften.
They seem a'glow with life
Why?  I am the Laird.

In the grey-blue sky,
life soars and dances.
The grey mist is soft.
Why?  I am the Laird.

Then comes a whisper
from trees, heaven-touched.
Make ready, for she comes.
Why?  I am the Laird.

As the mist parts, I know
she's beauty and knowledge.
I am the Laird, but,
She is M'Lady.
 

"Whisper"

A whisper from heart ~
'She could be love'.
A shout from mind ~
"It is without logic,
this emotional heart!'

Again, heart does whisper,
'Offer her your love.
There is room for them
both; logic and emotion;
You need them both.

'No!' shouts the mind.
'Emotion, it only clouds.
It destroys worlds
as yours was once.
Remember that past time.'

Once again, the whisper ~
'Accept and know the emotion.
You cannot long ignore
or live long without love.
Allow it to grow great.'

'Halt!' cries the mind.
'You need not this love.
It is but an emotion.
Remember what has past.
your world was shattered.'

Warmth, at last it ceases.
The cool air comes
to displace the heat.
Mind is lord of all.
Heart but the servant.
 

"Spellcaster"

What disturbs my world?
The gates, they bow inward.
My soft mist, it fades.
The willows droop with heat.
My foundations, they tremble.

Now I see, Spellcaster,
turn aside from here.
The weight of my need,
it pulls inward the gates.
Leave, ere they burst.

Spellcaster, turn aside
for I see there reflected
in your eyes, my own.
The warmth generated between,
it rips the soft mist.

Spellcaster, it is my world.
You must turn back.
The emotion you cause,
it heats my willows.  They
brown and know death.

Spellcaster, leave my world.
The power of your stride.
The pounding of my heart.
They will cause tremors
and destroy the Foundations.

Spellcaster, you turn aside.
'It is good, the mist.  It
returns, willows live again.
Foundations and gates are whole.
The cool air, it returns.
 

"Love II"

I called, reaching out,
gave to you my soul.
You would not hear.
At a sign from you,
my soul burned black.

Yet still, my world
I offered.  For love
your hand grasped me.
Your love was mine,
blind fool was I.

I could not see
your changes worked,
drunk with the wine
of my love for you.
Dull, sightless was I.

I thought my love
unquestioned and needed
my manhood assured
with you at my side.
Fool of fools was I.

Never would I surmise
you would rip away
my soul and world
from my body, nay
blinded by love, I.

Then I could see
from my world.  I,
cast out by love.
No longer a man
but a child, Lost.
 

"Darlene"

Today I found again
the note and picture.
Both ask of me, love,
I could never answer.

A thousand times found
the same note of love.
A thousand times read.
Still, I could not answer.

Your faith in me
it could never match
my own disbelief in
this emotion called Love.
 

"Once"

Once long ago
I knew Love.
The touch of
soft velvet skin;
sharing of minds
and bodies.

Once I knew
of lovers united;
Two whose purpose
came together.  One
life to share
with love.

Once the touch
of love's caress;
soft upon each;
Giving support to
this union of
two lives.

Once I shared
in love's union;
Our heart's joined
for all time;
this union of
two lives.

Once long ago
I felt love.
It was false.
This union of
two unreal.

Once I sought
love's sweet union
only to find
that sweet love
is bitter.

Once I loved
only to learn
trust no union.
Love is myth,
a phantom.
 

"My Land"

Where dwells my
soul and mind?
In what land?

A land of theurgy;
Unicorns and wizards,
this is mine.

Land of cold;
Veiled in mist
with dimmed sun.

Where fairies dance
to music enchanted
'neath twin moons.

Where flow rivers
broad, black and cold
with isles of oak.

The sky shared
by Pegasus, eagles
and enchantment.

In this land
Merlin yet walks
and Arthur lives.

In this land
dwells my soul
and mind.
 

"Vision"

Sable-haired vision;
Venus empowered.
Send my soul upward,
enchanter o' my mind.

O vision see you
the misty mountains?
T'is Avalon there,
Isle o' blessed souls.

O vision of mind,
know you the power
o'er my soul and mind;
Creator o' myth.

Sable-haired vision,
now do you perceive
this power granted you?
Enchanter o' my soul.
 

"Moment"

I watch currents
of summer air play
with golden strands
of your hair.

Is it wrong to want
this moment to last
and fade not with
autumn's breath?

The memory of love's
act, the joy of embrace,
moment of bodies joined,
fleeting touch of mind.

Is it wrong to hold
this moment locked in
time, within my mind
never to fade?

No, I think not.  Tis
good to hold it
forever frozen this
moment in time.