Chrysalid Eclipse

the languor
of our earthen tomb

long looms

its ruinous
quilt upon me

still and all
in swooned repose

i am reprieved

by virtue
of her quiesced poise

and lucent simper’s
supple bloom

which permeates
throughout my wintry lair
of earnest bosom

pearls of porcelain suspend
her visage

bathed upon
my breast’s inhering

gloaming

far afield
from the temple
where she tempers tender hearth

endearment
hence begotten
of unspoken ardor

ne’er shall stand to suffer
the extinguish
of the sated tongue

with all despited

every bated breath
drawn in her stead

remains as slumber
dispossessed of umbral shroud

should a sudden
stellar tempest
pierce these briared boundaries

and upon me
bestow but one lone entreaty

then no weft would
e’er wend
betwixt

our quite
of chrysalid eclipse

[image credit: Vasily (Wilhelm) Alexandrovich Kotarbinsky]

Summer’s Stay

it is only
by your hand

that i have ever known
of happiness

in the days
of verdant fleeing

further
than could fill the eye

it was you
and i
as nature

sprawling Rosy Fairy Lantern’s light
through Mustang Clovers
endless rows
arose Sierra Columbine
and Blazing Stars
of Indian Paintbrush
lingering
on the lake
along with Larkspur
and Lupine

still
i must confess
the scented prism
of your tresses

mesmerized
my waking dream

unfolding
a golden emergence

in shaded respite
the world would shrink
like boulders slow succumb
to sand

analyzing every aspect
quantum flecks
to speckled skies

all i ever cherished
lay beside me

in the squander
of youth

not a word
was left unheard

as brief
as summer’s stay

[image credit: Ansel Adams]

Interim Sublime

there is a ceaseless realm of shapeless shadows
unbeholden to sophrosyne
where once upon a glimmer stood a maiden
a prism so profound sight did beseech

we vanished along violet shores of twilight
her gentle words eclipsed my darkest fears
cradled by a crescent moon once looming
as stardust ran its fingers through our hair

the floor gave way to zinnias of azure
whose depths we dared not ponder as we fell
and for the briefest instance, we were fractals
amid a glowing wall of aquarelle

the sky was soft as snowfall in November
and florid wafts did wrest our every sense
adrift inside of worlds belying wonder
that only eyes of pretense could amend

I knew if I should wake, that I would find her
for all of Nature’s bounty was her ward
and when the sun had swallowed all the stillness
her kiss did linger on forevermore

[image credit: James Abbott McNeill Whistler]

As One

hours give way to days

stripped of all
but all things arbitrary

every breath a lulled semantic
waning further with each pull

messengers of life’s surrender
dole out cursory entreaties

just as i
they suffer in a solitude of silent truth

trudging mournfully through the morass
in erstwhile lamentation

writhing in the paradox
of reverie amid eschewal

pray your voice ne’er stray afar
come throes of disavowal

fleeing from these feelings dreadful
reticence of conscious dispose

as we are, hapless to unwind
the circumstance that is time’s bidding

still, i cannot stay the ingress
of my memory’s procession

though i failed to give you ward
when desperation marred your world

so profound was your disposition
that i can now forgive myself

should all the stars above
assimilate in singularity

i trust our souls
will always be as one

[image credit: Marta Kiss]

Untold Memories

the world could only end
without you here

where mountains slow surrender
to the ceaseless seas’ entreaty

beneath the spired redwoods
breaching lucent skies alluring

through arid valleys of toiling sun

stretching long onto the virid shores
where first i held you

this land will hold our untold memories

as time permits their essence

in a distant realm of consciousness
we manifest as things once precious

i know that there could be no other way

despite the days adrift
inside abysses of solemnity

the twilight of your kiss cerise
still faults the earthen sheath

[image credit: Rockwell Kent]

Thoughts of You

hey
I been thinkin’ bout you.

moments still descend from oleander into onyx
persistent, linger thoughts of your rapport
I walked along the line in languor
like the thousand days before
in the canyon where the sky once spit out fiery metal

the faintest breeze aroused a rustling
as I neared the elm-thronged clearing
ghostly remnants haunting rubble
in the durance of unrest

striking me with urgent ponder

rain-soaked midnight kiss of winter
need to stay time’s sifting sands
fumbling through love’s confessing

though none were tantamount
to the exigence of your return
spurned without the solace of your gentle disposition

I stumbled looking downward
as I searched the desert floor
looking for a mote of Mother Nature
I could capture in a bezel
of her bounty’s afterthought

my mind began to wander
through the endless roads meandering
each one holding hollow hopes

your hand in mine
the empty skies
adust with burning amber
if we could, just for one moment
steal away beyond the sunset
where no worlds would lie between us
I could see my woes and worries
vanish into nothingness

alas, my otherworldly aster
seraphim of wistful winds
this distance belies reconcile
and I have yet to find an answer
leading to sufficient ends

[image credit: James R. Eads]