A Curious Birth

A Curious Birth

When Christmas Eve had fallen down
And snow fell neath the bridge
Whispered words of new born kings
In echoes yon the ridge

Faces turned the other way
To pilgrims void of proof
While doors were closed and candles dimmed
For vagabonds of truth

Perhaps this story’s told with hope
Perhaps it’s merely fable
But candles glowed and starlight gleamed
Around that tiny stable

Twas the night before a curious birth
With snow upon the fir
While kings made way to bring the child
Their incense, gold and myrrh

It matters not what faith you bear
Like songs of Mourning Doves
If light we find in stories told
Can breathe the breath of love

When Christmas Eve had fallen down
And dawn had warmed the fleece
Whispered words with love’s embrace
Brought hope for mortal peace

A most beautiful holiday season to you all…

Michael33

The Darkest of the Moons

The Darkest of the Moons

She wandered in the shadows
Of the darkest of the moons
With eyes no artist’s pallet could portray
Her vision of tomorrow
Etched on clouds of ancient runes
From wisdom found in secret passageways

She would not light the candle
For the shadows hide the muse
Where words beyond her beauty taste the rhyme
Her vision of the night to come
With pathways yet to choose
Can pause the sand cross pendulums of time

She could not breathe in light of day
Her breath dwelled in the veil
Where conjured brew lies hidden neath the vines
Her vision of what midnight brings
Of love in moonlight’s braille
Will pen her shadowed passion tween the lines

She lingered in the shadows
Of the darkest of the moons
Like portraits borne of Michelangelo
Her vision through the crystal ball
Of wings from scarred cocoons
Has found what’s beautiful beneath the snow

Michael33

Copyright © 2016

The Eve of Love

 

The Eve of Love

When Christmas Eve had fallen down
And snow fell neath the bridge
Whispered words of new born kings
In echoes yon the ridge

Faces turned the other way
To pilgrims void of proof
While doors were closed and candles dimmed
For vagabonds of truth

Perhaps this story’s told with hope
Perhaps it’s merely fable
But candles glowed and starlight gleamed
Around that tiny stable

Twas the night before the birth
With snow upon the fir
While kings made way to bring the child
Their incense, gold and myrrh

It matters not what faith you bear
Like songs of Mourning Doves
If light we find in stories told
Can breathe the breath of love

When Christmas Eve had fallen down
And dawn turned snow cerise
Whispered words with love’s embrace
Bring hope for mortal peace

Michael33

Copyright 2015

 

“Behind My Hands”

Behind My Hands

I hide my face behind my hands
But cannot hide the pain
Broken hearts and saddened souls
Pass through my hardened veins…

The splattered paint upon the wall
Just covers up the grime
Yet mortal stains seep neath the feign
While whispers spoil the rhyme…

Graffiti blushed the fettered scars
But wounds are set in stone
And words that crawl beneath the rouge
Can shatter brittle bones…

My eyes have faded into gray
From verses never penned
While lines upon my weathered face
Can’t hide what they portend…

Though one may say my ardent soul
Has never tinged the veil
I’ve wandered cross Celestial seas
Where sailors never sailed

While shadows wash across my fate
In lines already drawn
I’ll scribe upon a parchment bare
In moonlight fore the dawn…

If I should stand before you now
With words my only plea
You’ll find my soul between the lines
Of Michael thirty-three…

I hide my face behind my hands………
The paint fades into gray………………
I stand alone in fields of rhyme………..
With nothing left to say……………….

Michael33

© 2015