Lost On the Shore

Sleep my love in slumbers arms

There 'pon taffeta rose

Know the angels envy your charms

While resting within my hearts repose

Quiet, hushed my voice does speak

While violins and harps lacy fingers

Touch the depths my soul does leak

For the heathered joy you did bring her

. Sleep the sleep of lovers rest

Gloved and silent your brow I stroke

Once again, to clutch you to my breast

With fluttering hand of love uncloaked.

Kissing the cheek of a poets voice,now unheard

Lips so cool and lost, yet passions burn

The morn does wax and await your word

While measured in beat of sorrow learn'd.

Look the sleeper in dreams does move

Breathing shallow breaths of life

And in the shift of heart beating prove

The dreamer is not alone in the strife.

Lo the weeping lady, at her vigil does e'er stand

A single piece of metal tis she holding

With scarred and dreams shattered in her hand

A measure of love's once sweet unfolding.

Offering to the sleeper, the lady gives her tears.

The blood poured from eyes of hushed pain

The loss of the sleeper's warm countenance dear.

Sadly she did sing of her loves' refrain.

Arms hold the sleeper, in his repose he knows it naught

A breath and veil of ardor undimmed

Surround the boughs where ensnared, she was caught

And e'er she speaks always speaks of him.

Weep he tells her, for tears to endlessly fall

As if in clutching morning to her breast

The tears mean naught to her heart at all

And she in pain lies her head in sorrows rest.

Know dear sleeper that weep she shall

Till tears no more tumble and splash

For in the loss of the sleeper, she does pale

And upon Dover Beach, her heart did crash.

Copyright August 1996-StarDancer Inc.

The Candle

You're pictured with a most perfect Life;

A cozy town and a flawlessly beautiful wife;

Children handsome, winsome and fair

A house embraced with a perfect cultural flair.

But

Near the misty path, you saw where stood

Wrapped and cloaked within the heather'd wood

She watched you grasp and reach for light;

An empty hand; a visionless sight.

Then

From her pocket she did quietly withdraw

A taper of lavender, made of the dreams she saw.

The wick was immaculate, it ne'er been lit;

But now a golden flame she held out toward it.

As

You searched,and crashed in your own darkened night,

Then she held aloft the candle of her radiant delight

In the Flame she saw your heart, e'er crystal clear;

She knew there was ne'er a doubt, the candle had brough you near.

While

Tumbling and Stumbling over holes of gaping change

While colors of autumn mapled leaves do rearrange

The greens of idyllic, and ever hope-filled youth

Her candle does burn for you, e'er as Fortune's "truth".

So

That flame does now flicker about her green eyes

While she never would attempt to alter or somehow disguise

Her dreams of your leaves that will bloom anew;

Holding the candle with hope for the love of you.

A chance encounter, there in that glade

While the candle doth burn and hopes are made

For two strangers passing upon the indigo sea;

Tumbling e'er toward their appointed time to be.

No arctic blast will extinguish this flame;

No earthly pall; nor torrential cold rain;

Tis ever to burn, eternally silver white;

This candle she holds through day and night.

Copyright Dancer, Inc.1997

CH A O S

Thunder rumbles from

Large empty maws;

Disturbing the flows

Of the Natural Laws.

Opening so wide and

Spewing forth such a din,

Nothing but venom;

The Hate that's within.

Lightening Pulses;

Sparks surely fly.

Disruptions of the night

A vengeful reply.

Thunderheads Billow while

Cirrus clouds flee.

A once Noble Oak

Is now bent to her Knee.

Polarized Particles

Try to retrieve,

The balance of Nature.

Solitude to achieve

Calm breezes blow;

Yet just before Dawn,

Thunder claps Roar!

The quiet is gone.

No silence shall come

To that tiny space;

Rent beyond healing,

A hole left in space

Copyright Dancers, Inc. 1997