THOUGHTS ON MAN

And I must leave, with you
For day is closing fast
A waterfall, and tear
Suspended on the skies
Lightening strikes, another time
We live; storm wind blows
Follow me, the raindrop cries

WINDBLOWN

The world is calling, quietly
Come home, my child, come home
Ignoring her is folly
For she alone is real; all this
With you and me, a passing thought
Think not, you say, but
Kiss me now, before I wake

COME HOME

And I am left alone
A zephyr on still water
You are a looking glass
But I am wind, you see
Beyond, and through me
The stars are calling quietly
To those that cannot reach

NIGHTFALLS

A tear sings
Above the thunder in my heart
The waterfall is close
My face is stained with it
Night closes in
With orange and black and you
Are here, alone, with me

IMMORTAL SKIES

Falling from the storm
I am painted on the skies
I am free of you, and follow
I fall with you, and fly
Lightening strikes
Too soon our storm is over
A tear, the raindrop sings

TIBERIUS REFLEX

Remember me, the raindrop cries
And strikes the rising land
The river-god is drunken
The water falls too deep
Rest now, my shallow love, with me
Away, away, and sleep
Too soon a storm is near

A moment suspended in the air
Remember me, the raindrop cries
Falling from the storm
A tear sings
And I am left alone
The world is calling, quietly
And I must leave, with you

Take this heart; it has been broken.
Take this dream I've been living without you.
I thought I'd never give my heart away
Until you came into my life,
And I gave my heart to you.

And as long as you love me,
So will I love you.
For I love you without limits:
This is what I want from you.

Take this dream; it has been broken.
Take this life I've been living without you.
I thought I'd never give my love away
Until you came into my life,
And I gave my heart to you.

Life garbs me in her yellow way,
Wrapping me in saffron cloth
And topaz set in palest gold.
Your eyes are the sky
Reflected in the sea,
And I am the dancing sun.
You rise in the cresting wave for me;
I fall to you in the sunset:
Our kiss is the end of day.

ENGRAVED IN STONE:
two eternal gods

Morning grows full,
Pregnant with the sun
Until the day breaks
And shadows free the dawn.

The light is early;
The angel's face smiles,
And we have loved
In the night, long ago,
And lost awhile in sleep.

You are my god
And my refuge
And I find rest
In your eternal arms.

CHRISTOPHER

I WANT TO LEAVE THIS WORLD OF MEN
AND WOMEN
LEAVE AND NOT RETURN
NOT HEED THE CALL TO LIFE

but this is not for me
not yet, at least, not yet
after this, will i move on?

THE WALLS OF FEAR AND DEATH
COLLAPSE
I AM REGARDED SANE BY
THOSE THAT DO NOT KNOW ME

i am old. the weight of
age is heavy, but i must
bear the burden to be free.

I WANT TO LEAVE THIS WORLD OF MEN
AND DEATH
AGE AND NOT RETURN
but i must bear this burden to be free

Your darkness tells me
What my eyes would never see
(Though some pale light
still shows you, gaunt)
The night air hangs on you
Intoxicating, wild and lean

These are hollow moments-
When the clock is slow,
And I watch away my life...

These are hollow dreams,
Knife-sharp jabs at reality:
Create or be created...

These are hollow lives
I live with much conviction;
The weight of sleep is maddening
and heavy on my brow...

I am held inside your darkness
Suspended by a streetlight
Listening for your labored step
upon the stair

You are warm beneath me
I am asleep, content
Listening to your labored breath
upon the air

There is an emptiness
without you;
There is a presence missing
when you're gone.
The car is cold
and lonely
But the radio is my friend;
music fills the emptiness
When I am held in silence
without you.

The sun lies bleeding;
The sky a pool of blood-
I long for perfect darkness.

The night is wild,
And the trees are alive
Dancing with the wind and rain.

The sun is dead;
The sky is cold, and dark
Forever, and I am still alive.

I scream to the wind:
This life - how simple
an answer for so much pain.

My knees find earth
Beneath them: to end this
Endless life, I pray for Death.

Not death
Which is a doorway into life,
But nothing, eternal and cold.

What thief is
This? Death, why
Send your son? I sleep.

A dawn is rising
I prayed to never see,
But find I have not died.

Engraved in stone,
Four letters:
B R V C

I am standing on the
precipice again,
not daring quite so much,
this time.
Your cigarette is burning,
filling the room with
your presence, and forcing
tears from eyes
that promised not to
weep.
I am standing on the
precipice again,
and will I fall, again?
You ask me not to cry.

PORTRAIT OF MAN

You promise me the future;
A chrysalis of silk-
Your cheek is smooth-
I long for your potential.

Tell me when the butterfly
Of steel and stone emerges;
Come back, that I may touch,
And you would know me as man,
Son of man, who saw the Son in
You.

You promise me the future;
A chrysalis of coal-
I ache to see the end of night,
Of blackness, and see in you
The fire of a diamond.

PORTRAIT OF BEAUTY

-Are the seagulls home?
I ask with ancient eyes. The
wind is chill, and I am old.

-Hush. They're home. The
horizon rises with his hand.
Quietly, I sigh. We kiss.

-My love, what tears are these?
Why salt upon your lips?
He holds me close.

-'Tis the wind, my love. He
whispers. I hear his heartbeat,
faintly through my failing ears.

-You love me still, though I
slip slowly from this world?
He sobs, and sunset falls like tears.

-My love, no dream or spell or
death will stop my love. The
beast is beautiful, and I am old.

It's strange-

Sometimes we get what we need,
Never knowing that we lacked.

I visited with my grandmother.
She reminded of how simple
Life should be:

Even when life seems its most
complex-
Be happy.
What else can you do?

FANTASY '92

I capture you;
we are driving
and you sing to me.

Clouds rule the sky,
and the night is black;
we are walking and
I hear you humming,
singing in the language
of the stars.

And in my house,
when we lie in bed
tonight, you sing,
wrapped in my arms;
a lullabye for me,
my warmth and
strength for you.

Laser light's in failing
twilight. The world stops
spinning. Alone, I sleep,
and dream of you...

REPLICARUM NOCTUS

or Night's Reply

No night is eternal
And soon must come the dawn

There is a time
When light and dark converge

And I become your night eternal
And you become my dawn

The amnic ocean calls, with
cresting waves, and the stain
of salt in my beard.
I am your
mother, she says, Survive, my
son, and I will save your soul.

Her promises are vanity, and I
am pulled into the gentle womb
of Night.
Mother, I shout above
her crashing on the shore, Lover.

The sun is dead, and the unseen
moon is tugging.
I am free, and
pound and beat the surf, and give
my sins to the Earth and Sea, and
claim new life from the rip tide.

The man is wild, reborn, covered
with salt, and dripping water.
I
am the Son reborn, and healed of
sin, forgiven by the flooding Sea.

The colors of sunset melt and
bleed together. The child is
sick, and must be healed. With
wise and loving eyes. What can
I do, I cry. What life has
changed. The laughing god is
sober, and he smiles: What
loves are these that cry?

What pale and slender flower
weeps before my eyes? What
reed, oh life, sheds tears as these?

This flower is as sunset, and as
fair, with tears of dew trapped
by the fisher's net, diamonds.

What frail and single power
holds thee here, oh reed?
Why tears on sunset's stain?

The wind shall carry my tears
away; the wind and nightfall
come, and I shall sleep, shall sleep.

What pale and single flower
sleeps before my eyes? What
reed, oh life, sheds tear as these?