Held fast we go riding,
From jobs going nowhere racing,
Down the evenings soft curves,
The

How often we pull ourselves apart;
these broken bodies of pianos,
these
music box

To the ones who have glimpsed this city stripped
down to the urban bones the Eye is blind to,
the

Snow covered meadows calms the night,
Sounds silenced by the icy flakes,
White glare tree branches

In translucent blue earth,
weak evening starseed is scattered

by the lavender-gloved, invisible

It is the Moon’s word,
hung among whispering stars.

Luminous white root:
before dust, stone -

Hush. It is not yet five.
Silent, except for the probing wind against the trembling pane,
Once,

During the hours of daybreak
when I wake at the crack of dawn
I’ll follow the rhythm of your

I am wandering this place, not lost
but thinking, wondering why I stay here.

The eaves above

Little blackbird sing
Through the darkest night on earth;
Joyous, greet the dawn

A sphere of plush black velvet,
the highest, widest, vault of heaven,
is soft and soothing to our

Your hands are stars.

Fulgent space molecules
fallen through the Universe for

I will tell you anything
You might want to know:
Just please let me sleep.

Resistance is worn

Night -
Scant coloured,
Cavernous,
We trade a tired shelling once more

My first enemy
Who in

Under fed and over grown
It threw me against the wall
He is twice the size
And I am half as

A crescent moon shines a milky light,
a mysterious dance on the face of night.
More eloquent as

A narrow tarmac ribbon rises, dips,
curls through a russet carpet of leaves.
Deep ditches either

Futile winds blow
through a broken heart
the vessel flawed
it's flow fragmented
cracks wide

Soft thy touch, as Angel's whispering fingers.
A soul of light, a temple to life's greatest

The night cometh
Perfection meeteth perfection
Thy sister the moon
Toucheth thee with Love’ s

Water's white noise
tumbles in my ears

The rushing stream
flows like liquid ice.

Stars as

The night has been my friend for many years,
has wrapped me in her cloak of stars and black,
has

The sun drops behind the trees,
Wearing colors orange and gold.
I feel the coolness of the

God open's one eye.

Silvered
moon, a pupil
in a vast clear iris.
When God's giant eye hula

Kids, Winter's night is taking us for a walk!
Flurried in excitement, my explorers don't

Night paws away, softer than a sigh
As coloured clouds herald the coming Day
- fiery spots that

I seek pain

Your hands are stars.

Fulgent space molecules
fallen through the Universe for

Laced in the deepblue dark of night
I see a stunning, shining star,
pale diamond set by flame

Night puts on her glittered gown,
to her pale body, beauty clings
and around her neck the

Tonight I came with worry
in my eyes and life’s toll
in my tired embrace. I came
preoccupied,

The sky is just a streak of black,
no stars are looking down -
even the moon is out of sight
to

The night has rolled her velvet carpet out
and sprinkled it with softly shimmering stars.
In the

Bring on the night – I couldn’t stand another hour of daylight.
-Sting/The Police (from Regatta

I went out for a walk under the moon
Strolling down the empty street
With my hands in my

FLAME

The red of the candlelight
catches your skin, serenading
the beauty you are.

You

Please don't bid me goodnight
Still have many hours of light
before I sleep and close my eyes
to

Staples of a Gainsborough Landscape

The wilderness of sky is a cavalcade of beauty
and it

Where the sky
Is full of light
From stars that shine
Through the darkest night.
My love has

Eyes wide open
Look at that creepy cross
She is like a milestone
Of a "this is the end" song
All

Are you afraid?
Just let your soul take flight
Take my hand
Forget your woes tonight

Look to

Transcendent through lilacs
up to sky weightless, white
inner beauty, wordless songs
splendid

TENEBRAE

another night
like this night,
blue light
of the moon
spreading its story

The Typewriter
2014

The only sound I hear is the sharp clicking of the keys
My cold fingers

A solitary church bell
across the valley encircled
by mountains & snow-peaked volcanoes
Slow

Sundown was long ago
Birds gone home to sing
Bunny time, and badgers
Will there be rain

Sweet Katya!
What power over my deluded frame 
You have from only thoughts and honeyed visions

Once more, sleep, evade me
I've missed your crystal ship
That so often persuades me 
To softly