In the waning, early morning hours
As my true love lies asleep abed
I sit beside the open window
Thoughts spinning out like a spider’s web.
She lies there in such peaceful innocence
Soft bosom gently rising with each breath
Long-lashed eyes closed in sweet repose
In the realm of dreams between life and death.
For so many years I have been adrift
Searching longingly for I knew not what
Until I stumbled upon it as if by chance
Wond’ring how I could be so fortunate.
Outside, the fading moon hangs low
All the brightly burning stars have dimmed
Now the world to a new day will awake
And to its demands I must soon attend.
“And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to govern the night. He made the stars also.” Genesis 1:18 KJB
When bids the waning day adieu
And night descends, each star appears
Glimmering pinpricks from afar
Sing with the music of the spheres.
Across the frigid, empty void
Starlight vast distances traversing
Silently appearing in the curtained sky
Amidst celestial hosts conversing.
Majestically, Queen Phoebe mounts her throne
Around her which all the stars array
To rule the night realm’s pageantry
Until the Sun appears to rule the day.
A POET’S LAMENT
Alas, few ears attentive to this song
That I have labored so long upon.
Not for any fortune or for fame
Or try to establish a good name.
But for kindred souls to take delight
Whispers intimate like candlelight.
With each missive, emotions impart
Conveying their essence from heart to heart.
Amidst ancient, dusty tomes that serve as guides
I measure by weighted scale by candlelight
And grind to powder elements of the earth
In a dark, damp basement hidden out of sight.
The fiery kiln casts shadows across the wall
As from the long distilling flask flows drop by drop
In hope the pure essence of all eternity
Watching like a shepherd over his small flock.
A faith firm in science and metaphysics
Undaunted, keeps me committed to the end
To this uncompromising task I have vowed:
To change into gold these worthless words of lead.
LOVE THIS DAY WHILE THE ROSE IS IN HER BLOOM
Love this day while the rose is in her bloom
While beauty’s fullness is now in season
Rush madly into her awaiting arms
Cast aside logic and cautious reason.
All too soon Time’s indiscriminate touch
Will cause the fragrant bloom to wilt and fade
The supple stem, so straight, to humbly bend
Before each petal on the ground is laid.
Upon the brow, cares will etch deep their furrows
Luxuriant tresses will thin and gray
Soon will twilight come and dark night descend
Love now while beauty is in her full array.
THE SIRENS’ SONG
(The Call of Poetry)
Like brave Odysseus, I too desire
To hear the Sirens’ seductive song
While tightly lashed to the rolling mast
As others labor all day long.
With these twin shells of clay I listen
To ethereal sounds that tempt the heart
To leave this world of cares behind
And from it willingly depart.
In vain I struggle against these cords
That securely bind me to this pole
Though my body’s held a captive chained
Set free to soar my unbound soul.