Seeking the Dark Tower

On the path that eventually leads to the clearing in the woods, the Charyou Tree. Fraught with danger, fear and loss, and yet, fulfillment. Welcome.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Whence I alone dream

We lighted the moon
in full colour
our thoughts speaking to each other

We helmed the ship
that sailed with easterlies
in currents flowed to our favour

We were the serpents
twined at sea
with marinere’s bless –
So we did confess!
to the scent of our own
sweet ardour

But Lo, I wake!
the sea is dried
the land already asunder

No rain, nor clouds
my throat ever parched
and the sea still farther

Yet my tired mind
doth still preside
upon this luctuous dolour – Ah, Hark!

I thought I heard some slight
patter of rain
mayhap you were singing to me
Apples red
fields halcyon green
could it be
you still think of me?

Yea, mayhap.

but only in this silent sea whence I alone


Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Turn, memory, to face the moonlight

turn, memory, to face the moonlight
see, memory, the stars that linger their light
upon your face, and smile back to me
the smile that always sang to me
of days long and pleasant nights
of those times long ago in a halcyon light
so turn, memory, to face the moonlight
that i may once more see
your face in the light

Monday, December 08, 2008


yc the whiney
though he sure be wiley
prancin round the mulberry
hands in the air a'smiley
why this silly rhymey
linked to a doggy

Monday, December 01, 2008

roses grow from seashells (I)

Ask him to find me an acre of land
between the saltwater and the seasand

ask him not to tread upon the crabs lying
between the broken shells and surf

ask him find out why the whale beaches itself
suffocating between the sand and its weight

And ask him to pick up a conch
and hear of what secrets it shares with the sea

for roses grow from seashells
and the shells are aplenty.