Sunday, 16 December 2012

The Stars and I

Alone I fly through a womb of stars,
Their dense clouds birthing all we are,
Their light a comfort and a guide
Here I fly, the stars and I

My silence is rudely broken.
A stroke fired from a viper in the dark,
Some pirate or hunter after another mark

Friday, 14 December 2012

To Proteus

I wade to foreign shores,
Its allures too strong to tarry
Longer midst the quiet waves

By what means I came to land
Upon this sand so gold cannot
Be told from memory.
My past now dimmed in shadow,
Yet lo, I stand in light,
In delight at sights and sounds
On ground so rich and verdant
To my senses awed

Blazen pink and peach
On blossoms reaching to the azure sky
While tinkling flowers bud
And bloom, and mushrooms
Softly boom in mellow tones