Saturday, August 24, 2013

Midsummer's Eve


Just an illusion
A trick of light
An indulgent dream
From a star glazed night.

Imagined realm
No map can find
A kingdom of dreams
Made in your mind.

Ephemeral lover
No heart should trust
A comet that ends
In a trail of dust.

A dream will travel
Where the heart will bend
But what of the dawn?
All dreams must end.

Day breaks the chest
of night time fears
And sorrow is caught
on a pillow of tears.

Now open your eyes
and watch the sun rise
for your lover is sleeping
Right by your side.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Mountain Thunder


There is a certain thunder 
that only mountains know
the crash of running water
onto the rocks below.

There is a certain roar
that only Nature makes
the clanging of a creek
falling over breaks.

There is a certain music
that only water plays
as it tumbles down the hollows
into shallow bays.