A moth to the flame

A Moth to the Flame

Enticingly you beckoned me

As a candle dancing in the night,

Drawn nearer, your subtle warmth

Allures me nearer still

Erotically untempered, this dance evolves to be,

No thought of self, & less for me, the dance is all you see

I’ll find another flame with which

I may share the night,

For now I’ll wander in the dark

Still warm, your light in sight

Strenght Beyond Our Own

Strength Beyond Our Own

From foundation’s quivering form springs forth
A bud of last resort,
Though death so near, so void, so cold
Grips with pointed claw,
Life’s foundation must persist
Despite pressing weariness, to exist

Exerting strength of heart and soul
Unrecoverable if should fail,
This last effort to withstand
Night's oblivious kiss

A bud is born

Sun Kissed

Sun Kissed

A touch ignites a gentle glow

Warming even the core,

As if blood has flowed

Over hardened dragon’s bones,

Worn smooth as love’s impassioned embrace,

Ancient embers sink heavily through my skin

La Mer

La Mer

Mon Cœur reste dans la mer

Où lumière du ciel le touche,

Je sens le vent et réminisce

De la vie avec Père Céleste,

La terre est râpée par luxure d’homme

Mais la mer, pristine et claire,

Est- où, avec des anges, mon âme va surement reste

Healed

Healed

A thousand eyes, as many broken hearts

Encompassed by weighty shade,

Wander searchingly for Gilead’s Balm

Unaware of the Healer so near.

Why stare through thick shadows & weep in despair

Choking on death laden air,

One stands by without bandage to bind,

Bondage He will unbind,

For darkness will surely give way to such love

So pure, to faith so sure.

Pioneer's Rest

Pioneer’s Rest

I’m standing here by myself

Not alone, but in solitude,

The air I breathe is fresh and clean

Sparkling as it tingles through my head & in my chest,

My feet, rooted firmly to the earth,

Are still

Not from lack of adventure, for these feet have tirelessly trod

Through dirt & sand, forests & rivers,

My feet, though still,

Like raging waters rest

With the same passion with which they trod

So here I stand in weighted solitude,

Ethereal, granite laden silk infused into my bones,

The ferocious brilliance of a celestial star

Reflected in a pool

Baren Beauty

A cactus is rough

Quite unpleasant

Spears and swords protruding from the surface

A secret

Oasis beneath an unforgiving veneer

Destroying blows

Life is spilt and stolen

Precise, gentle influence

Refreshment flows

To look upon, it could never be guessed

What lies beneath the surface