Selfish Desire

Armed with a bow
His arrows at hand
Each one dripping with the emotion
Of his selfish desire

Tragically miserable
He hides behind a mask of fear
With a childlike maliciousness
Afraid to reveal his pain and sadness
Unable to show any humanness
He deftly raises his bow
Takes aim at his prey
To destroy an angelic love
Fulfilling his ruthless lust and
Satisfying his selfish desire

He is Cupid amuck
Baby-faced
Spiritually starved
Smirking at beauty

He is unable to conquer the demons
Of his earthly lust
And cross the barrier
To sublimate them
So he remains trapped in
The lowest realms of his sacred centers
Where, instead, he happily obliterates
Love personified as absolute affection

And there he lingers powerless
To transcend his path to illumination
Unwilling to know unadulterated love
And unity of life
By virtue of his selfish desire

With Love

Life is but a fleeting moment, dancing across the pages of time.
But, my darling, how our love keeps us immortal.
Ah, how true love is like that…it heals the wounds that scar our souls,
the madness that we are driven to through our ephemeral lives upon this bruised and battled earth.
When you make love to me, you make me forgot the weakness of my spirit.  With the back of your hand you touch my cheek, and make me whole.

With you, I am home…
And there is nowhere else I ever wish to be.

Oh My Lover

Oh my lover, I do entreat
Your kisses moist and honey sweet
Embrace my heart without deceit
Drink deeply of my love replete

Oh my lover, I am transfixed
In passion’s grasp I am bewitched
Hazel eyes and stars betwixt
My heart is caged but so enriched

Oh my lover, I surrender
To your embrace, warm and tender
My heart to you I do render
Into our love full of splendor

Oh my lover, my heart I bind
To sail your sea of stars to find
That secret place where we in kind
Explore each other’s heart and mind

The Fairy Queen

She is the dew at morning dawn
She quenches thirst of fae and fawn
Sustains the least of forest spawn
Awakens trees, their branches yawn

As sun is high she sits enthroned
Seat of ivy and precious stone
Ruling spirits and flesh and bone
Her justice fair and finely honed

Creatures journey from far and wide
To bask within the forest’s pride
That emanates from deep inside
The light she gives is not denied

The forest moves to make request
Until she speaks they will not rest
Daily they wait without regress
Ancient wisdom to be addressed

Spreading silken and frosted wing
She ascends and begins to sing
A song of lovers’ beauty rings
With voice so full of magic things

The song brings all to joyous tears
As it did in primeval years
Resonating through time so clear
Gifting any who lend an ear

The Fairy Queen pours out her song
Like the finest wine, sweet and strong
They drink it down in eager throngs
For its soothing warmth they have longed

As the sun sinks, the song will fade
Shadows rule the forest displayed
Dance in fae light, colors arrayed
Her song still glows in hearts betrayed

She is the moon that guards the night
She lights the path of crone and sprite
The Fairy Queen enrobed in white
She is a rare and lovely sight

Vivaldi

Vivaldi plays in the background
Of my life that has
Become after you.

Hitting notes and phrases that
Draw me back moments to
Us together as one.

Symphonies of sound
Not existed in the place
of before you home.

Stringed rises and metaled lows,
Woven nonlinear into tears
Over time fallen deep.

Vivaldi plays on untutored ears
Crescendoed respite
Of gone you.