Waning moon in ice blue sky did you breathe a weary sigh when the winter solstice moved youAs you shined your brightest light that night, did you hear the angel trumpets on high blaring Hallelujah, Hallelujah! When you share a cold dawn with the…
He plays the music calling lost souls who wander from life to lifeThese pitiful beings who can never seem to get living quite right They return to earth over and over, to learn what they didn’t beforeTraveling the treacherous seven seas, searching every windswept…
crunch of burnished leaves
Once youthful and fresh with vibrant petals scented Now dried and withered, fragile, faded, wrinkled, brittle.
He played the melody
“Sadness flies away on the wings of time.”– Jean de La Fontaine Sing to me while the fiddle weeps heartrending
Together we were a thousand tears falling in the starry universe tempting sweet flowers to bloom, and songbirds to croon
“I’ve spent a lifetime trying to learn the language of the dead” ~ Jim Harrison from Sister in Songs of Unreason In the quiet early hours before morning blooms I yearn to catch their voices amid the scattered ruins and revel in…
A promise made lifetimes ago among the milk glass stars as music wept from clouds raining down their melody soaring among the galaxies, defying time and space
Cobble a melody with echoes of stones and bones a raucous music malady of haunting pounding tones.
Dancing to an elaborate symphony playing our song of desire as we touch those tender places where the music becomes a fire.
Serve me cold champagne every day and let’s dance in pale evening’s light clinging to one another, dipping, swaying to lulling sounds of nature’s orchestral night.