umbra !

A land where the three dreams meet
and penumbrous glitter the unlit ways,
where daisies bloom in dewy nights
then wail a-pace for darkling days.

Where winking wavelets beading bubbles
reflect the hues of a maiden's blush,
where men do huddled sit and hear
that music of an ambrosial hush

Where verses penned in yesteryears
merge softly in a tangible sorrow,
where deferred hopes ,coalescing , pine
once ,just once ,for a cheery morrow

There ,alone ,in a twilight zone
will you leave the `how' and `why',
look downward twice and upward once
then sweetly , shyly , mur mur `hi '?

Amore' !!

When disarmed stars
without their spears,
tenuous ,trembling, hanging low
ancient glittering eyes a-glow,
forgive the world with a tremulous sigh
and crave a wish to be broken by.

When haughty falcons stalking prey
quiescent,calmly ceasing hunt ,
feel the twinge that inward gnaws
.unsure, unhinge ,unhook their claws,
then shy ,and sometime sweetly tart
spare the dove of lonely heart.

When slumberous, doleful, teary-eyed
I wake up in some fairy land,
where circling in a rapturous trance
the daring,dreamy, damsels dance,
who turn the jig and coyly twirl
and pull me into a misty whirl.

Then, on a leading from above
I will write a poem of love.........

Handy Dandy ....

I look at joys' azure faces
those mutant selves of truth and blight,
armed with auspicious dragon dreams
quell phantoms of the lonely night.

Then play the oracle tic-tac-toe
dying by lot ,living by lot ,
sowing crosses ,reaping ciphers
what could have been and what would not.

... Pause ! ye dancers of Antic Hay
no rainbows wait ,no pots of gold ,
and wail not, thou with cleaten feet
life's a tale that's already told........

Love !

Shape of still ,still warm caresses,
the body of a torpid mind,
eyelids ,dolorous ,dreamy ,dazed,
unformed hopes to deserts razed,
teardrop,shimmering, stark and free,
 eyelids ,half-shut ,dreaming me.

She ,the need of lonely love
coalescing ,causing coral crystals,
wilful ,wild with dancing wolves,
acquiesced, a-tame as singing doves
has the heart that brutally tames,
then softly whispers unsaid names.

She never is ,and ever was,
my dweller with the heathen hermit,
panting ,breathing ,forest fires
churning ,hush ! with silent gyres,
weaves a web of silken woof
and makes for me a homeless roof.

Eve and Eden.

And there she was ,that lucent fay
in lacquered,gold filigree wrought,
but often when the dream comes true
it is'nt what you always thought.

Thorns have grown around that memory
which once was my sportive meadow,
and where I did lose both my selves
one to shame and one to shadow.

Ye idols ! and all you feet of clay !
askew, a-cleat and unforgiving,
rejoice ,breathe, for now I turn
my ruined soul to the world of living.

Thou mournful land of doleful dirges
thou empty shell of Hadian clangor,
will thou let me hiss and whisper
my last two parting words in anger ?

Tenses..........

Would I herefore live my life
reaping,garnering,ripening days,
brooding ,smiling n' dreaming still
among misty,hazy ,mossy ways ?

 Like the one that once did dawn
dank and dark and dreary grey,
that smirking, crept on rat's belly
and snarling,stole my sun away.

Can it be the one that is,
this dancer on the fires
her footsteps,urgent, hauled-on-coal
heard silent, hushed, in warm desires ?

Or will it be that distant silhouette
deep-etched ,stretched on torture rack ?
`cause that'll surely far outweigh
the one that I would now want back.

The Last Milestone

Was it a new juvenscence
or just an old-age high
methought she paused,,shyly blinked
then...went on with a sigh.

A trusting heart, a double-take!
a flutter ,that climactic cry
so,so much like a waking dream,
did'nt I ,or did I really die ?

Oh! it was you ! yes, you
such aching pleasure nigh
Time it was that then stood still
`n' such-as-I' that passed it by ....