Night's Tour

While traveling o'er the barren moor,

the knight takes pause along his tour

to offer tribute and salute

the vision of a lady fair.

His speech, though brief, hangs in the air,

its strident tones dispel dispair.

The words resound with echo clear;

his visage mirrors the truth they bear.

She is unmoved; she speaketh not;

her face does not reveal her thoughts.

It would seem she did not see

or hear his act of courtesy.

He intends to find a friend

and may not pass this way again;

so he delays, a while he stays

to ponder how this path might end.

But as though she were made of stone,

this matriarch on her black throne

behaves haughtily and spitefully.

Our hero goes his way alone.

In days to come her face may change,

but he'll have crossed that lonely range,

and ventured to pastures more green,

to find a truly worthy queen.

Spectres of Together

At day's end, when slumber calls, so too your body beckons me: softly, urgently.

I muse of whispering caresses and pine for the feel of your limbs entwined about my body.

Memories of your skin, sleek and fragrant against my own, linger, wraith-like.

In semi-conscious reverie,

My mouth traces your placid peaks and tender valleys,

Kissing your lips and your lips.

As the honeybee seeks nectar from the demure rose,

I also delve between velvety petals, foraging for bliss.

Your face brushes against my own as we share the primal kiss.

I forget myself in visions of you: regal, graceful, in restful repose.

Passionate lament resounds through the halls of my remembrance.

Quantum Logos

we bind our thoughts in linguistic prisons,

confining them to stencils of semantic.

thought is fluid and chimaeric; prolific,

birthing twin siblings of homophone and homonym.

mental concepts dance and flitter, bridging

the lacunae betwixt a meaning and its shades

(for shade is shadow, and a spirit is a shade;

thus is a spirit of usage also a shade of meaning).

words are as diamond lattice, transparent entrapments

within which we cage these gleeful shapeshifters,

limiting them to singular dimension.

Mist in the Wind

Crystal-clear and placid is contemplation's basin;

a pensive splash of sustenance, remote, atop a crag.

Helios and Luna console and caress

yon humble creation, knows it aught of distress?

Yet surely you sense the wistful lament;

gay breeze bears aloft impalpable tears.

No image of weary wayfarer to echo;

no sojourning eagle to sip at its shores.

Idyll of the Calends

In sequestered place from time and space

surveying wordlessly the chase

of years by year, and day by days

as sundial's shadow seasons trace;

impassively he stands in place

hourglass eyes in square clockface.

The sun reigns hazy, mid-day heat,

fat droplets soak the asphalt street

forming puddles--deep, abysmal pools;

clear, cool draughts for muddled fools

that abruptly vanish and retreat

to distance safe from aimless feet.

In the evening of the year

red-orange leaves scorn passing feet

and trodden twigs make cryptic speech

like "whisper-crack" and "rustlescratch."

they gossip tactical retreat:

"earth withdraws strength for needed sleep;

summer has fled the fall frontier."

Silent, frosty, winter nights hide

joyous lakes 'neath skies of ice

gurgling ancient, arcane melodies,

unknown to all but archmage wise.

To him the water bodies sing

the ballad "Battle Winterspring."

But for return of life to a land near-dead

all beings, great and small, rejoice--

Behold the rebirth of dormant earth;

each child of nature lifts its voice.

Old rivals hail; loved ones embrace.

The game's rejoined; resume the chase!

Beyond the threshold of the world,

this fleeting realm of wroth and pain,

our sentinel keeps watchful eye

without surcease, without refrain.

His calendar reads dusk to dawn,

sunrise to set, and back again.

Heaven and Earth

How warmly, brightly her spirit shines
across his sea of space and shadow.
Her song moves him as the pliant willow,
whispers through him like a breeze through pines.

Cloaked in darkness, She undresses.
Under leather, wool, and cotton
next to her skin, are his caresses;
in ardent cries, her pain forgotten.

Amid the rays of brightest day,
they frolic within streams of light.
Yet, as radiance wanes away,
They sway to rhythms of the night.

Her form is grace and elegance,
primal wisdom, sensuality,
forged from femininity, quenched,
then honed with artful diligence.

Gaia's child devoted, true;
Her vitality is passion.
He is the Son and the Sun of Heaven,
restrained, possessed only by one.

Desire's Reply

to embrace her, to be embraced by her;


to partake in the same spark of warmth that infuses her being;
to sustain it so that the burdens of my soul are made lighter;


to know complementarity in four dimensions:
harmony of spirit, peerage of intellect, mutual empathy, and physical compassion;


to find sanctuary in her presence;
to feel the care that she bears for me even in her absence;


to share peace within a joyous sphere;
to replenish and have replenished the vessels of truth, love, and courage;


to understand how i have come to feel this way;
to know why i yearn for her affections as for no other;

to love her, to be loved by her.