time will tell

time will tell 
a many-chaptered story
in which characters 
fade in and out 
flash like fiery sparks
on a dark summer night
and those with sight will
see
but me?
oh turner of pages
rememberer of tales
i grow old 
with whitened hair
wrapped against the cold
snow beating hard my
thin glass illumined by
a meagre flame
twice wrapped against 
a childhood shame
whispering not
divine names to
warm an aching heart
i have my own chapters
so old..
they can't be told

i will sit

 i will sit at the sun-blurred window
as naked branches dance in the wind
with thoughts of warmer days
(and memory of warmer ways)
the year is ending without you
here by the sun-blurred glass
alone with my many-chaptered reveries
first love of my childhood self
last thought in a gray-wreathed head

who can forget

who can forget
the lights upon an 
endless water
wrapped in dark and
fairy tales by the
endless grassy fields
who can forget 
music on a 
green hill where 
children play and
secret trails run through
mossy trees
summer has turned to fall
and left us with 
so many
memories

Fall into these arms

Fall into these arms

My autumn hands 

Trace wondrous lands

Beneath the lampost-

Filtered trees. 

(How brief this memory 

How light it  

Rests upon my mind) 

Should time unfold 

A destiny 

For different eyes and 

Times 

I'd find a way to 

Cross the world

Autumn Wind

Autumn wind in

Haunting bone

Transpires on the

Fissured face 

Love's sole grace her 

Last embrace 

Then down into an

Earthy grave 

When last leaf falls 

Goodbye to all 

Goodbye to Spring and

Summer 

The Winter sleep 

So dark, so deep 

Exhale October night

Exhale October night

And watch those 

Glowing lights shimmer 

In the darkest sky 

I wonder who else 

Stargazes 

These days? 

A lost art since 

Invention of

Synthetic light 

(Tonight I shrug 

The thought away) 

There Jove outshines 

Them all 

Brilliant aural ball 

Along my eye 

Now deeper 

We touch there 

Upon etheric plain

The Convent

Will you help me find my light

Lost with a dying friend

Because tonight I felt a familiar

Spark burn in my heart again.

There beneath the yellow oak

And up by the convent wall

We gazed down the Sister's path 

Until night began to fall 

how we ran

how we ran on

smiling feet

over fresh cut fields

breathing sunny air of youth

and now dear cousin

you’re broke in half

(with my heart)

as death comes

from inside to

wipe away your smile

how can that

immortal light fade

from your eyes?

how can your feet

be stilled?

i remember

i remember a
round-eyed world
endless green
blue-streamed days and
starry nights
to return
oh to return
from these grey
whiskered days
my youth
oh my youth
has gone away

reach through

reach through
the thinnest veil
transparent to
your smiles and
glowing white teeth
in a suntanned
summer face
we embraced
each other there
where the old
ways touched
our ears
how strong
your arms!
how healthy in decay
before day
breaks this revelry..
a gift?
a warning or presage?
i miss you,
either way