In the glow of evening stars
Soul-winds lace the growing tides
And shades the dimming sky,
And as twilight ripens
We forget the worries of the past.
And hearts that burn and ache with pain
From memories that robs and steal
The peace from blessed sleep
Will set aside the toiling world
And quest anew for a love-blest day
And let hope again infuse the heart
With the sun’s boon of wonder.
Autumn nights and quiet woods,
Mirroring lakes without ripples,
No screams of pain or skid marks
From a life in full retreat.
Only heartbeats, echoing contentedly
Like a retired summer breeze
Inspiring flight in nature’s red wings.
Night floods the afternoon
Drenching silver-lined clouds in ink,
Seeping through lawns and streets
Until all is drowned, slowly beautifully,
in unforeseeable future.
The Ocean rests by the bay
And far, behind the hills,
You stand
On a balcony of clouds
Glowing like the sun
On its way to the Shadowlands.
Within the night there is light,
A nail made of silver.
It goes through my palms,
Fastening me to the black sky,
Leaving me exposed,
Like an Angel-shaped flicker
Of Northern Lights.
Nailed to the sky with silver bolts,
Stilled of flickering but burning bright
In the quiet of winter nights,
Promising a dance partner
Made of stars.
In the night, everything seems
To widen out, to allure the light.
The borders of sky blurring intently,
Erasing the path on to which
My longing walks
On sore feet through farmlands of stars.
Alone like a pilgrim walking towards
The unknown.
