Intro

Love is grey, my dear,
when time is slow.
Black and white are
lovers, and where
their bodies touch-
Love is grey, my dear.

Clay

A touch, and you send me spinning
Faster - gravity draws your hands
Onto my form. I am molded by your
Love, and by your fire - raise me
to the next level: I am a vessel,
fill me full, and I am fulfilled.

Slate

time, like a river, flows
between us - leaving one,
where two lay dormant, by
emptiness, and ´destiny±. a

danger lies - you changed
and so did i to something
different, something more
´permanent± than any brutal

force. once long ago, you
said ´i love you± now those
words are etched inside a
fragile fossil - my heart

Flint

there is something primal
something native some raw
power left misunderstood

sparks flash beneath your
nails your teeth set fire
to dry wood to bone to me

the chanting of my heart
surrounds induces visions
of warriors bloodbrothers

Anthracite

morning light shines dimly
through the blackened room
awareness creeps slowly to
my head -
insurance claims
you are an act of God, but
I will cover you- a stoked
furnace beneath my blanket

Coal

You promise Me the Future:
borne of Silk, a Chrysalis
a Fragment of the Darkness
caught by the Web of Night

find Me when the Butterfly
of Steel and Stone emerges
come back when I may touch
and You would know who saw
Promise of the Son in You.

You promise Me the Future;
with Time, and Effort, You
would be a Thing of Beauty

Granite

How could I touch you I asked
the sky- your eyes -were grey
and held no answer. You stare
through me, unmoved by beauty

Wait for rain that falls like
tears, you seem to say. There
is an ending to the world and
I will feel my body, rough on

yours and heavy though breath
comes easily. Lead me to your
beauty and to your bed I tell
your frozen form. With eyes I

see you silent, upon a silken
throne within my mind. Broken
thoughts are simple. I find a
quiet piety within your eyes.

A Golden man sits,
cloaked in black,
upon the Throne of Darkness --
A God to some, but
the Ruler of Hell to one
of the worlds he created...

Lore laughs in the face
of Time, knowing a
form of Immortality.
Nothing for nothing --
To save a world,
another must fall...

Stripping down,
Like quiet storms,
Of passion-
We kiss,
And pray for rain.

Dancing, kissing
Moving as one as
Sweat and rain
Collect in pools
Beneath our feet

With power, his muscles move
like ocean currents beneath
the tide; I watch him sleep,
wishing I could ease the
pain troubling his sober,
sleeping brow; I question
love; What man lies pale
and sick before my eyes?

Crouching beast
Facing stone, and
Eyes staring straight
At me

A low-hung growl
And it moves -
Graceless, efficient
Intent

The silent world
Of well-lit night
His eyes glow in
The dark

Here, again, we meet at
crossroads
points of
Turning - a coming of age

Two thousand years (twenty-
seven
life-
times) spent in childhood

This older man we seek
with a
woman
And a span of years to breathe

I cannot live your life
anymore
simply
Living no longer fills the void

The cycle is to continue, as I
move to
middle-
Age. Children grasp for power

You told me once to wait
On golden shores
And in the frozen north

You told me soon
The lovestruck days
Would rouse me from
My tired bed

Seashells twine
Upon the shore
The sun has lied

The restless moon
Will love me
While I wait.

We are bound
By space and years.
Miles have bridged the distance;
And coincidence?

A pretty coat of karma.

Lost conqueror
You have invaded
me
the last territory
Virgin to the world
You have plundered
Through and now you
sleep

I have lost the way to sleep, my love
That I was tired is a memory
You are gone, without me
And I am left with
Only vague descriptions of nothing
And a wounded heart

PEACE (POP)

no chance of snow
today
Jerusalem, though,
is quiet -- I want
to buy a share of
Quiet sleep

the deserts and beaches
are covered in Blood-
red
cherry ice-cream; my
body aches for your
Cold hands

Wrap carefully around
you say
what Treasure does your
tongue belie -- would
you Sell me yours;
summer comes

in heat there is no light
in heat there is no life
Cool off, take a break
rings the Bell
buy a stick of quiet
cold; in peace,
take me

BLUE LINE HOME

cavernous descent of man
We fall like only gods

As if the sky and sun were dead
and Only corrupt
forever sterile light
sprays shadows towards Heavens
never seen

The belly of the snake is full
What eternal sleep do closed eyes find

I try but cannot rest
to See the cloud-choked sky
and Feel the gentle train-born wind
slip back among the baffled ruins
and Place the quiet Earth beneath my feet

RETURN, RETURN

to Anna

pieces of my heart lie
crystal in the morning light
I am clinging to the wind,
and rain; clinging,
hanging in the air for you
Time is slow and
sunlight dusty
curtains close the day
children play when
you are gone
Sleep, my love
sleep, and I will
find my heart
tomorrow

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