Soft

Prosperous tones on the sidewalk

in the footsteps, painted upon 

the banners atop granite towers

virtuous slant, in the sunshine

hidden away in sweet smiles

jellied in the roving eyes,

something slightly off-the-cuff

in the rainbow now, a grey dress

and black boots trampling o'er the 

green grass, o'er the calm, golden

like afternoon tea,

slightly bitter, but with more honey

the words come out 

like silk,

and still the cloying music plays

on the street corners, in our homes

a notice of times long past

when world seemed just a bit more

soft.

Lonely Sleeper

Lost again in the lochs of night
buried in dreams
the silence of a lonely sleeper

The fabric of stars plaster the ceiling
as the walls breathe deep
in candlelight's glow

August mists from the next room
and love rises hot like
morning bread

She's in the tub now
lips melted into the glass
tracing her body against the water

An angel drawn upon a dying canvas
delicate fingers enticed the paint
to make holes in the leaves

The rain fell like diamonds that night
pounding like a
nervous heart
throbbing in the ears
to a voice just down the hall

Lies in a bed and frost on the windows
buried in dreams
the silence of a lonely sleeper.

Sliver Moon

I caught a glimpse of her ,
right across the bow
in the lantern's sway,
with eyes like emeralds
shining brightly she called for me
as the ship breathed aflame
twixt the foam and brine
Poseidon's wrath thundered upon the shore
'neath the golden flash of fire
and silver crash of lightning
still she called to me
drawing me ever closer to her
jagged despair
but I knew not!
Her voice was as a summer breeze
gently buzzing like evening crickets
as she took me to her bosom
sinking down to the ocean's ruin
I looked up though the waves one last time
and saw her smiling sweetly
like a sliver moon.