THE PROMISE

Sitting on tears, waiting for you

Watching nighttime trim its lamps

Entreating the shroud

With stars

Clutched from heaven’s breast

Your mute ridge draped

By a mourning shadow.

Sitting on memory, watching the road

From your grave to my door

Priest of the wind gone -

The blizzard rules.

Diamond reflections -

Dew’s wool in sun-streaks -

Through my fingers

Sink to the abyss.

Sitting in silence, eyes on the ridge

Listening to whispers

In the wind -

Leaves nodding to bird-songs

Cheering emptiness; An answer,

A way to the stream,

To drain my tears; quench the sorrow.

The road not walked. Footsteps

Awaited, lone scribe

Of Janus.

Quiet -

On the tombstone sits

The Promise.

A BROKEN HEART

Steadying the course

Of my fruitless meander. Hope. Hopping

On the pulsating rump

Of an embered cloud.

Memory bleeping in a strait mind

Cursing its birth;

The wreckage, a fitting roof

The choice repose

For a gilded shame.

Sinuous recalls, linked

By nothing? by bitterness

Cursing their birth

And craving the sireship

Of gravid dreams.

Prancing reflections, Oghamic

To my conscious mind, lead me on

To thaw this staring brand;

To search

For the hidden nail. The vein.

Barring smiles too early sprung

Whetting caution

On a broken heart.

FOOTPRINTS

Will it hold

My spirit

As it climbs?

My Soul

As it rides this curl

Of smoke that creeps up the thatch?

Pure, rain washed

Prodding the murk

Probing Erebus,

Sowing light

Vaulted by this rhapsody

A web of notes

Strong within me

Against the Wind

Will it

Hold my Spirit

Will it

My Soul?

As Visions lie

Cremated,

Wombed by impotent

Ash.

Longings withering

In the stale breath of years

As I lay snared

By dreams unlived.

Will these

Offsprings crumble too

A spectre

Of bygone years?

Will the

Footprints grow sunbaked

With no sprout of green?

Therein

Is the dream that strains

The stealth

That stumbled in, unbidden

To pull

The silent strings

To birth the notes, to

Rapture me.