The view of true




When closed eyes view

The memory..

You saw black…I saw blue



Mystic Hints…


Secrets hide

Behind her walls

Past muted echoes

Of the Waterfall

Through veils of rain

Past whispered calls

They slumber ‘neath

Her slippery halls

Hints of Magic

Mystic sprites

Dance with dewdrops


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Written in Stone…


If I rest my cheek

On stones of olde

Might whispers dwell

Within your cold?

Do Spirits of

This Dead Domaine

Linger still

Round your remains?

What wisdoms wait

To yet be heard

From stones that stand

In place of words?

You left no key

To pry this lock

For secrets written

In Ancient Rock….

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To What End?

Gentle hearts strain against the yoke so tightly knit by the hands of cruel masters…

Yearning for answers to dispel depraved minds seeking only to defame and destroy

The Innocent

The Helpless

The Unerring  Victims trapped in a world of convoluted thinking…

A world lost…

To what end….

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Our Waltz…


Might we

palm to palm

fingertip touch

and sway in equal measure..

Might we try to move in step

and learn to dance together..

Might we try

to slip through time

when changing rhythm

keeping rhyme..

When you’re the wind

I’ll willow bend

With love our waltz

Will have no end…

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