Solitude

Changes in tow,

A simmering

Desperation.

 

Life of solitude,

A nested

Existence.

 

Kept high

Above them,

Floated down

For a brief

Moment,

Roosted in

Plaintive silence…

Night Rant

Blackened pools,

Cat’s eye

Wandering…

 

Night crawl,

Fanciful formulation,

Magic on a rant.

 

Forest buzz,

Energetic rambles,

The natural world

A live wire of

Beautiful bliss.

Awakened

Awakened,

Petal’s expansion.

 

Ruby hue,

A fellow who

Falters in the

Day’s recognition

Of true beauty.

The Night’s Everlasting Reach

Strange bird,

Nesting on a

Witch’s cauldron.

 

Momentary visit,

Flown from my

Gaze,

Feather rupture.

 

Sown softness,

Recollection of

Something familiar,

Bonded in the

Night’s everlasting

Reach…

The Rose

How easy it is to rub

Against eternity,

To fall back bruised.

 

A rose’s sides,

Tarnished by

Indifference.

 

Close encounter with

The unseen,

Love unknown to itself.

 

Beauty unbeknownst to

Its maker,

Scraped away by winter’s

Face.

 

Smoked away in summer,

Bent below its full potential.

 

A spring to perk up its

Stalk,

Autumn to bed the petals.

 

A soft voice to caress,

The heavy drone to blow down.

 

Beneath its center,

A world of wakefulness,

The above universe

Swirling into regret.

 

A farmer to tend its

Beauty,

A city man to trample

Its petals.

 

In the light of day,

Risen to a great new height,

Basked in the glory of God

Once more.