Life Could Be a Dream
I saw before me hordes of players of an ancient game, The rules of which I could not fathom, no …
Category: . Mystical
The Angels Weep for Us
Above us, where span the lactescent arcades of the sky, Where azure and pearl frame the cloud-swelling meadows on high, …
Emily’s Last Words
“I must go in, for the fog is rising,” breathed out that pen we love so well, as she upon …
True Tide
Coast of perfect bays, all night the harbor widens between us; as we sleep the continents change address. I sail …
Ancient Shepherds
My mountain neighbors loom steeply up from our valley, rugged and still. They do not snore as they sleep there, …
The Prophet
They squabble and spit to defend beliefs clashing on spiritual frontiers, no true script but the audacity of fools leaking …
I heard the dirge in the mists
The mists lay soft on the valleyan emptiness shrouded and stillthe chill in the air went through meas a tune …
On Filaments and Firmaments
Every night when Lady Lunabeams across the wooded steepafter daily clamor dwindlesand the children fall asleepEmma comes to tend the …