Beneath the Moon

Beneath the Moon 1

It goes without saying
That I was wrong
I’ve been wrong
So many times
I have to wonder
What is right

Perhaps I have expected
What one would say
Was far too much
From those
Whom I’ve encountered
From the human race

I remember one by one
When they turned
And walked away
Frightened of the words
On the diagnosis
Perhaps they must have thought
That cancer
Spreads with just a touch
Perhaps their fear
Was far too deep
To grace

But I am not alone
In abandoned disbelief
While tides still
Come and go
Beneath the moon
For I can feel the hope
That lingers
Far beyond the sun
And touch the healing light
That heals the soul


Hope from Winter’s chill

Hope from winter's chill

On golden leaves
On branches bare
From winter’s tease
A sparrow’s song
A gentle breeze
A wish for spring
When autumn leaves

Upon the hill
Willow branches
Frozen still
A bluebird’s song
A daffodil
A taste of hope
From winter’s chill


The Dark Side of the Moon

Dark Side of the Moon

I feel more at home
While I wander here
In the shadow
Of the universe
As if unfettered
By my humanness

I can see the others
In the distance
Who have fled
Their mortal flesh
To escape their yesterdays
To avoid their tomorrows
To dwell in just one moment
Of the hush

I feel more at home
While I wander here
Exploring my ageless hands
By the light of Meissa
In the shadow
Of creation
As if unfettered
By my humanness
My mortal flesh
On the dark side
Of the moon


To Catch the Sun

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I wasn’t there
To hear the chimes
At the end of day
I was standing
On the deck
Of a wooden ship
Casting faith upon the horizon
As if we were bound
To catch the sun
Before the darkness

But failings come and go
Upon the sea
Storms beyond Orion
Often linger in the wind
And in the minds of sailors
In their dreams –
But whispers speak
On wooden ships
In the depth
Of stormy nights
And sailors hear the voices
Neath the thunder

Though troubled seas
Can rip the planks
From neath a wooden ship
Sailors trust the wind
To bring them home
But failings come and go
Upon the sea
Inside the darkness
Yet sailors still find hope
To catch the sun


Message to the Poet

Message to the Poet

I’ve walked inside those shoes
You wear to stumble
Although you may have thought
It was a fable in reprieve
I could not let you wander
In the darkness
In the rain
Without the breath of angels
In the breeze

I’ve walked along beside you
Near the ocean
Although you have mistaken me
For someone yon the sun
I could not let your footprints
Stand alone
Upon the sand
Without a hand to keep you
‘Bove the tide

I’ve walked with you
Inside the scarlet flames
Although you may have thought
It was a fable in reprieve
I could not let you face the wounds
Alone in sacred sorrow
Without a hand to pull you
From the blaze

I’ve walked with you
Through many doors
But only in the darkness
You would not know my face
Within the light
Although you have mistaken me
For someone yon the sun
I wander tween the lines
Of words you write


Poetry of a Sailor

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Poetry of a Sailor

It wasn’t time
That passed me by
It was my failure to absorb
All of life
Along the way
Caught in the sway of the moon
Like perfect passion
Carried from the shore
In the ebb of the tide

It wasn’t breath
Down in the ocean
It was my failure to inhale
All the air
Beneath my wings
Caught in the strings of intrigue
Like perfect passion
Muddled ‘mongst the silt
Beneath the sea

It wasn’t land
For which I longed
It was the failure to dance
With my soul
On savage seas
Caught in the breeze of a whisper
Like perfect passion
Drifting on wings of the wind
That calls my name


As Shadows Cross the Sky

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Gazing through the window’s pane
As twilight fades to truth
While shadows crawl across the floor
Decanting from their youth

Illusions through the chamber glass
As vapors flare to storm
While distant thunder echoes rhymes
Of traces misinformed

Wanderings had come to pass
As shadows cross the sky
While pathways into heaven’s gate
Blush gently through my eyes

Never fore had visions flared
As virtue touched my heart
Mending shards of tattered souls
That life had torn apart

Vagabonds in shadowed halls
Of haunting condensations
Watching those of mortal brume
Transcending contemplation

Fate shall destine morrow’s dreams
Apparitions feast the eye
Pathways borne on billowed clouds
In shadows cross the sky