Blessed, is the hour of sleep, 
The voice of dream sways on the breeze,                                                           
Our dear, sweet children, laid to rest, 
Moonlit eloquence chaste, upon slumbering breast,                 
And by rapturous dream, little souls make gleam, 
Breathing out love to stars unseen,                                                                     
Through majestic pathways, sleeping eyes shall weave, 
Yet, end up lost,                                             
Somewhere, in between

of ghosts and years;  

WHAT ARE GHOSTS, BUT DREAM-WINGED BEINGS? 
ASTRAL CLOUDS  WITHHOLDING MEMORY  
PURGED OF LIFE, AND FLESH, YET, REAL
THE PATHWAYS OF THEIR HEARTS CONCEAL; 
SUCH ANGUISH OF A LIFELONG RIDE, REFELECTED BY THE MOONLIT TIDE
HOLDING ON SUCH HOPES, BEYOND THE RAIN
HOW THEIR MEMORY WILL NOT BE LOST IN VAIN
THE SHAME OF THIS, AFTER CASCADES OF YEARS,
IS HOW THEY WERE NOT EMBRACED, WHILE STILL HERE

PERHAPS; PERHAPS, THE MOST TRAGIC OF ALL THINGS BENEATH THE SKIES OF ONES LIFETIME, IS NEVER GETTING THE CHANCE TO SAY GOODBYE; FOR, WHAT COMES AFTER GOODBYE, MUST BE THE NEVER-ENDING DEPTHS OF FOREVER...FOREVER; WHERE WISTFUL PROMISES AND PLACID DREAMS OF THE HEART, SHALL HEREBY SCATTER INTO THE ENDING OF ALL TIME....

WHEREVER YOU ARE;

WHEREVER YOU ARE;

MAY IT BE AN EVENING STAR FROM HEAVEN, BRIGHTENING THE WORLD, AT NIGHT FOR YOU; AND BLESSED BE, SAID LIGHT CAST AS DARKNESS FALLS, BETROTHED WITH TRUTH; SUCH WARMTH AND SOLITUDE WHERE SEA AND SKY EMERGE AS ONE; SILVERY SPIRES UPON THE DOWNS, WITH BEDS OF SILVER ANGELS-SPUN; AND MAY IT BE WITH EYES ALL MY OWN, TO GLIMPSE THOSE TWILIGHT PLACES, ERE YOU ROAM-NEVER FRIGHTENED, NEVER ALONE-TILL ONE NIGHT, A SUDDEN EMBRACE, BATHE LIGHT UPON MY WORLD, JUST LIKE THAT EVENING STAR;AND FINALLY, I'LL KNOW THAT YOU'VE COME HOME    

The icy rings of Saturn

The icy rings of Saturn

MY SOUL IS A RESTLESS SOUL; ONE BATHED IN THE QUEEREST OF LIGHT; A SOUL WHICH TARRIES DREARILY, BEYOND GATES OF HEAVEN'S FLIGHT; A MAUDLIN, WANTON TRAVELER OF DISTANT, WIND-SWEPT PLACES; MY SOUL, IS BUT A BITTER SOUL; A REFLECTION OF BITTER FACES; SO, ERE THESE SEASONS CRUEL WILL FLY, AND HASTEN POOR HEARTS LAST GOODBYE; THINE EYES BLEED LIGHT, I'LL SLIP AWAY; TO SULFUROUS DREAMSCAPES WHERE I ONCE PLAYED; TO KINGDOMS HIGH, OF APPARITIONS; FADING SLIGHT OF DAWNS CONTRITION; HUSH, HUSH, DEAR SOUL, THY REVELATIONS; THY DESTROYED ANGELS OF ALL CREATION; THEY LIVE IN DUSK OF DESOLATION-YET, THEY'LL DANCE THEIR DANCE, BEFORE PLUMMETING WEARILY TO THEIR SOLAR DESTINATIONS; YES, MY SOUL, IS BUT A DAMAGED SOUL, A FLEETING GHOST WHO CHOKES THE MOST; WITH PROFOUND PAIN, WITH ENDLESS RAIN, INFLICTED BY THOSE I LOVED IN VAIN; AND ISN'T THAT ALWAYS THE WAY? TRUST IS CRUSHED AND LOVE BETRAYED?      

butterfly; LIT VAGUELY BY THE SUMMER MOON, SAW I, A BUTTERFLY DOWN BY THE SEA; CRUSHED, WERE HER WINGS; CRUSHED, WERE HER DREAMS; CRUSHED, WERE HER HOPES; CRUSHED JUST LIKE ME! BY THE VALE OF A SHADOWY GLADE, CAME SHE UPON I; WITH EVERYTHING BROKEN, HER FUTURE, HER LIFE; THERE, LYING IN SILENCE, I REACHED DOWN TO TOUCH HER, IF ONLY TO CRADLE SOMETHING CRUELLY FORSAKEN; A BUTTERFLY CRUSHED BY THE REACHES OF NIGHT, A LIBERTY EVIL HAD TAKEN; YET, NOT LONG AGO-THIS PAST SPRING, DID SHE COME; ASCENDING TO RIDE ON A SOFT WIND OF LOVE; PROMISED A LIFE; PROMISED SWEET HAVENS; PROMISED HER PLACE BY DEVOUT ORDER OF NATURE; YET, HERE WAS SHE; YET, HERE WAS I; FAR AWAY REMOVED FROM THE WINDS AND HEAVENLY SKY; STILL EARTHBOUND ARE GHOSTS OF THE BEAUTY THAT'S CRUSHED; ONWARD, THEY FLY; ONWARD, THEY MUST! THEN, HEAVED BY OUR SOULS, ARE THOSE WORDS BARELY SPOKEN; OF RINGS AND OF THINGS AND OF BUTTERFLY WINGS BROKEN; SO, WHILE THE SPRING OF LOST YOUTH SOBS DEEP IN THE NIGHT; I CELEBRATE THE LIFE OF THIS POOR BUTTERFLIES FLIGHT; AND REMEMBER HER WINGS THAT SHONE FROM THE LIGHT; AND THE SOFT WIND OF LOVE, THAT SHE RODE FROM THIS LIFE.....

A SEASON IN MY LIFE

A SEASON IN MY LIFE

A SEASON IN MY LIFE HAS PASSED, FROM WELL BEYOND THE GLOWING RAIN; IN SPLENDID RHYTHMS, FROM STAR TO STAR, FOREVER, I AM CHANGED. THOSE TEARS I WEPT OF COLORED CREAM, WERE DEVOID OF LANGUISHED HEART AND FURNISHED DREAM-FOR IT'S A SEASON IN MY LIFE, THAT'S CAST ME FAR AWAY, DOWNSTREAM. YES, A SEASON IN MY LIFE HATH PASSED, AN EMBRACE OF WHAT SHADOWS CAST; FRAGRANT DREAMS OF THINGS I USED TO BE, THINGS I CAN'T TOUCH , YET NEVER SEE; O WITCHES OF THE WESTERN SKIES, THEY WHIRLWIND 'ROUND IN MINDS BLIND EYE; FOR ALL I'VE LOST AND ALL I'VE DREAMED; IS ALL WHAT'S LEFT INSIDE OF ME. AND, HERE I STAND; ALONE BY CRASHING STAR AND LASHING WAVE-BENEATH WEPT MOONLIGHT, SOUL SHALL SAVE; BY BITTERSWEET MELODY, MY SOUL SHALL LAY-A SEASON IN MY LIFE HAS CHANGED  

WITHIN THE FIERY AUTUMN

• WITHIN THE FIERY AUTUMN

  I STAND SHADOW LESS, LIKE SILENCE, LISTENING TO THE SILENT GLARE; WATCHING WHISPERS WEAVE THE WINDS, AS THE LEAF TURNS EVERYWHERE; AND MY HEART IS LEFT UNDONE, WITHIN THESE FLAMING SHADES OF FALL; ITS DESTINY OF PRIDE, HATH BEEN CONQUERED-WALL TO WALL!  FIERY COLORS WILL UNFOLD TO DREAMS, BOURNE THROUGH MY HEARTS CREATION; BUT, THOSE DREAMS WERE LONG SINCE SILENCED, BEFORE REACHING DESTINATION; AND THE SEASON OF MISTS UPON MY SOUL, APPROACH ALONG WITH WINDS SO COLD; WHEN ALL THE WORLD ALIVE WITH DREAM, DEPARTS A LIGHT, ONCE ALIVE IN ME     
  
  

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