The Lesser Might

The sky shall bear my shade of blue,
Once the mountains holding my ransom,
Shall behold,
In their rootless wonder,
The might of a mere bird,
That dared to dwarf,
Those heavenward pillars,
With gentle wind, under feeble wings.

Vague and Vivid.

And now the nature,
No longer resembles me,
For I too have perished,
Under this temptation.

The Cast of Desire

Tall men,

Poised with thought,

And the motion to move,

Stir,

Only to think again.

Sailing Shores.

Tell me,
If we meet,
Where the sky greets the sea,
Will we fare the ageless tides,
As moonlight in oyster lay,
And be bound as a pearl forever,
To be found some beautiful day.
Or.
From the goblet of a thousand stars,
Choose one never leading astray,
Build a ship out of the very salt,
So the sea itself shows the way,
And when we reach that virgin shore,
With the sunset trailing behind,
We do the deed of kindness,
Free all pearls we can find.

Circle of Life

The broken brackets of our lives,
Are linearly aligned,
To capture the unattainable,
With symbols that rests meaning
In meaningless,
By virtue of the common consensus,
Of those few who fumble,
Along the centre of the line;
That stretches across,
To hold its own shadow,
In a perfect, faultless symphony.

In The Name Of The Tyrant.

Bemoan the loss of love, my friend,
For all your work and all your wit,
No sun shall shine differently,
Atop the throne, upon which you sit.
Thou have shredded mountains,
Carved in sky another moon,
Let fields to be burnt black,
And turned red the blue lagoon.
True men have fallen,
Fallen men had been found,
And the polished marbles,
White as bone,
Are now treaded without a sound.
Macabre music stirs anew,
Dead wood against damp motion.
Empty ships wander aimlessly,
Upon the skin of ocean.
Thine will hath done it all,
Thy hands are forever marked,
This journey would near no end,
For which you have embarked.
And when you are done and gone,
As a memory without a face,
Thy tomb shall hold no runes,
Thy dust shall find no place.
For thou have shredded mountains,
Carved in sky another moon,
Let fields to be burnt black,
And turned red the blue lagoon.

An Act Of Measure

I broke through the crowd,
Those beautiful clouds,
With rain on my face,
With flame in my hand,
And a taste to the air,
Of a rousing new land,
Thus I leave my old skin,
Grow wings all divine,
It’s shade is for you,
But the sunshine is mine.