I Have Just Seen A Ghost (August 31, 2010)

I have just seen a ghost
the being rushed by,
he spoke in humble greeting
and smelling of fresh soapsuds
crossed back into my
silhouetted dream

Peering Through That Dark Night (August 20, 2010)

Peering through
that dark night
the ancestors
could not know
what matter this was
an odd misty radiance
in a vanishing perhaps,
so They lifted the lid
and read the stars
through the elaborate
echo of time

I Am The Voice Of The Blue (August 29, 2010)

I am
the voice of the blue
blended with shadow
over the distant mountains
and the luminous tone of
the floating twilight
there is no other sound
save the silence

An Occasional Rustle (August 28, 2010)

Beyond the faint stirrings
An occasional rustle,
Turning back many times,
a look into the shadows
There is Only
this human trespass
not yet submerged in
the night.

Once More (August 27, 2010)

once more
the sharp flow of the wind,
across the enveloping plains
so desolate and wild
brought by the movement
of a restless memory
and a lingered disillusion.

It Is No Use (August 26, 2010)

It is no use,
my dream
slipping lithely away
grew diminutive again
destined for
its place on the shelf.

Leaving This Frivolity Behind (August 25, 2010)

leaving this frivolity behind
allows us to
strut like peacocks
broken free