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And all the trees,
And all the air,
And all the grass,
And all the leaves,
And all the stars,
And all the land,
And all the sea,
And all the waves,
And all the wind, Read More

Running from the Sun

Whilst running from the Sun,
The fields a silhouette cloak,
The trees felled from the step,
Ere the nightingales weep
An eager passing through the fold,
Let the moon collide with the Sun,
Emit every rock and dust sky high,
Scatter all for starladen daylight,
So that as you run towards the shade,
You can look back and observe Her rise
Sans fear of sight of yours be blind.
See the bold Sun handcraft life anew,
For whatever passing this day we mourn
Shall rise forth the Sun the next morn.

Say the Words

Cracked window on the eastern wall,
Stones that never fell from sky,
Rain that hardly poured to ground,
Wind that whispered my name to you,
The ink that spilt through the wall,
The name that grafted into your phone,
Messages left are but memories bereft,
The fingers that tapped away to no call,
The days that became the months to come,
The months that became hours of mourning,
The hours of tears with days of sleep,
Our hearts to break, but in shame silent; Read More

One Man Road

All the days that come of yore,
No hour to pass with single bore,
I kicked the stones on my path,
The air I breathed made me cough,
All the nights I lone long for walk,
Ere the nights kiss mine art to talk
With stars in shuddered whisper
Can hold not never with this pair
Of blood-boiled hands no ice can stay, Read More

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I admit I was not as perfect as you,
I admit the God who moulded me man
Who could not for life to spare
In a single touch my flesh to give,
Could never my fragile mind to give;
In deepest hour, in sounding sleep,
I had to die twice to live with you,
Must I grab hold of the noose to hold;
For these ropes are not mine own;
Here, the strings that pass me by,
The spider that webs its life unto me,
Can never poison my poisoned life, Read More

Edenic Echo

Then God plants the forbidden tree,
And thus lays bare the fruit that be,
Dares all but none to eat from this,
Lest foul His foe does froward hiss.
At moon hours His folk come at bay,
Spite erst word had not sought to stay,
When arrive their urge to desist,
So too did they cease to exist.