Monthly Archives: November 2014

Two Monologues

I.
My heart’s want for your love fills the empty night.
The night brings me marigolds to pin to my aching heart.

I imagine walking through purple mountains and crystal skies
Guided by my soul’s compass
And there you shall dance freely in the wind

The wind who will loosen her hand from mine
And sail me to your wide arms

Stretched from zenith to star of my suffering
Light travels barefoot through the night
To rest on your soul

My heart will fly through the heavens
In the cordillera sun
Searching the rustle of the elms that shelter you

Fleeing from the net of darkness
Subdued by starlight
Dyed by the oranges of autumn

II.

The love letter dances above the fire
Stars fall into earth’s poor hands
Green smoke fills the vagrant night

The sea embraced the sky
The bramble held the oak

Only we hunger for love
And you are away from my world

I shall rest like a child
Under the bramble tree

The vain night hides you
But I shall wait like a lamppost for your star
To shine on my soul

I shall search through the rivers, the pages

The roses undress above the water
Here in the sky the gulls of your brows flew
Woman of burning passion
Hands full of stars and seawater
Your body was a boat that fled
But your heart stayed in my hands

If only the Lord would hear my suffering
If only He saw your diamond eyes that hunger for my
Soul water

My longing is otherworldly
But do not fret, our fire, our love comes first

In the twilight where memories like thieves haunt me
Where final dreams will beg
Where love will leave unnoticed like a farm-child running in the night

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Observations of the Night

The silver river sings her children verses
And the savage wind drives her to the sea
Leaving her drunken with brine and cut by basalt

The train gained her freedom
And death drove her into the embittered pine forest

The moon undresses herself
And the night steals her white.

Sleeping Heart

The diamond stars shine fervently
The night dresses the naked roses in dark robes

She places her joy in the azure seas, in a casket of flowers

Her tears cover his snow face from the sun’s glow
And she places the rose of her fire onto the plains of his heart

The wind hushes him into a sombre slumber
And the moonlight strikes through the tears
Like a hand through black

A stork will fall from the never-ending sky
And leave him to humbly rest on the rings of Saturn

Under a cemetery of stars
Under the roar of a lone wild night

Low Spirits

My dream is a vagrant wind that rustles the autumn leaves like a train

The long industrious night tinges the sufferer of my soul
And desert sand fills my oblivious mind

Fires no longer warm me and water only thirsts me

I shall see my father lying in the river
And my mother shall sing to me in the skies

My soul is a silver church without the cross of your resonant star

My suffering seeps into the soil and my longing sails into the skies
And I shall humbly rest under the earth’s golden glow like an ocean waiting for your serenade of stars

Separation

The forlorn trees dance in the wind’s song
And I will dream of spring on the autumnal leaves

You will thread them, brumal rose, warm home,
And the decaying hand of life will guide me to your fire

You are the word morose.
A naked tree

I will wade in the waters of death searching for your
Eyes as if sunken diamonds, forgotten dreams

Creating a vessel of flotsam and flowers
And we will glide faster than day

But Death will edge closer
Like a teary-eyed river

That separates your sinking heart
From my sleeping body