Sowing Song Eternal

shadows may ever revolve
fixed on incandescent lure
etching vale upon this visage
mending rent flesh acumen

seasons set to solitude
may shed like threads abuzz with youth
once wont to squander
banded by kindred tune

tangibly transcending realms
filaments familially forged
harmony as resonant
as fulgurant bellow strikes anew

in those ebbing hours tumult
tones educing distant stages
tempering in tides of triumph
coalescing quests of truth

this cage of wrapped diminish
travels onward tethered still
harbored by amity’s repose
sowing song eternal

Verdurous Veil

a flower unknown
bears a truth
obscured
discreet layers of life
its tenses
of tempered perfection
is fruit
that falls not
from bare sky
effusing
in flawed efflorescing
its rapturous call
strikes allure
engulfing those poised
most aplomb
intently attending its courting
disaster
of masked countenance
barbed
with abated embellish
ensnaring those daring
to tread
on pistils
in spite of known stigma
to fate so sublime
in extol

Siren’s Ward

quelling contralto so sublime
resigned to faltered consignment
defined by days diminished

vanishing plays of the occult
engulfed in goethite gown

abound are stains of charcoal and chalk
walking horizons, reality reigned
framed for eyes of strained veracity

availed of verbose avenues
in venues where virtuous eavesdroppers err

Consolence Weeps In Silent Shades

her words
are the palette
invoking the tapestry
of thought
flourishing
filaments effusive

artistry imbued
of subtle sanctuary

in moments of brooding
secluded

so fair and finite
in fleeting feeling
balanced beams
shine beauteously

as softly i clasp
such fragility

tempered tones
of precious presence
consolence weeps
in silent shades

of serenity’s prescience
echoing
ephemeral aegis