Will You Join The Dance?Drowning in the momentWashed by waves of random chanceSome enchantment woven henceDoes the weaver of such a silken webRaise an eyebrowLet slip a smileTo witness seeming synchronicityDraw opposites togetherUnwitting mortals fall for loveFlowering with the brillianceOf a billion supernovaEach must learn Ambrosial the stingSons of AdamDaughters of Eve.
EndgameDo not speak to me of loveThis is nothing of the kindYour velvet tongue it dancesPiercing sweetness does abideI shall never stand againIn daylight in the sight of GodFor your very gaze has scarred meNo will to call my ownI imagine that the host did weepWhen you fell so far from homeAs knowledge is thy powerTutelage of hours immeasurable I learned all I know from youHow very brief my token protestWho is the girl the mirror showsOnce I was promise and all it holdsEverything I could have beenScattered to the shrieking windsAmusement etches laughter linesUpon your perfect faceNever more striking than now
NightwatchSee how the rain fallsIlluminated by the starsThe moon flits in and outOf charcoal cloudsAnd you sleep soundWithin your sheetsI cannot feel the sweet caressMorpheus vexes and evades meHis spell will not be castI must watch the fire burn lowContemplate the ticking of the clockThe minutes pass and fall awayInto the soon dim land of the pastAs dew forms on the mulberry bushOnly embers form shadows upon youPopping and sparkingFragile ash mirrors the rainThe rug will need swept When morning comes
ContemplationA scant illuminationTraces the line of historyAcross the eternal here to thereI hear the voices of a distant ageAs I tread the paths of ancient daysThe temples of neglected godsCondemned to sit idleThe worshipful long goneNothing sacred any moreWithin marble halls Headless idols in silent roomsRelics of a once living pastNone left to revere Nor lay the altarsThe sweeping hand of timeCast clouds upon the old waysNow we stand and stare Yet do not comprehendThe minds of those Long fallen awayFrom the sight of all.
An Echo Lingers StillI feel my breath grow swiftWhen confronted with such beautyRich chocolate hue of long dead eyesStare from canvas thick with ageThe film of grime from passing yearsCannot mar your perfectionThe blushed pink of your poutMakes my heart pound faster stillI imagine he must have adored youIn your youthful primeTo capture and make immortalThat which time has takenFrom the face of this worldI fancy to myself I saw you pass meAs I forced myself To leave the roomSultry whispers in the airThe scent of fruit In ripest primeYet not as sweet to taste as youI feel giddy at the thoughtTo touch your skin Of gold a