Ghastly in its death bed/its beseiging compass
run its course.
Bewildering with its struggles/
writhing in its pain/
desire seeking fire/rifting
thoughts of creepy crawlies/
struggling through fright’s night
There’ll be no full moon tonight to guide
the single masted ship
sailing saw tooth tiger’s biting cold/
forces wrought by ghastly winds
likely to prevail.
Tossed about by night time breezes blowing/
dark clouds racing toward
every horizon filling every void
every which way/all shades of gray/
lashing tempest breezes
blowing light’s deepest freezes into
nascent; sadness into dreamer’s hearts
with misery’s delight …………
I wish that I could live
giant pines and oak trees
for the pleasure of my
the never ending blend of
sand, sky and
sooth the gray tides of my
wrapped in light
beneath a full
I sit apart
from the lure of a
waits for me
Night of Pain
Watching from outside the tap and spill/lights that bring/dawn to tell/early nightime/what is real.
Night birds railing ‘gainst the falling sky/take flight from blue to lesser light/into deeper shades /to black of darkest night.
With full moon rising not in sight comes,
night of pain.