Poems from 1997

Untitled

In the stillness of the night,

An adreneline rush,

Pure ecstacy,

Drifted aboard the cruiser,

A kiss from heaven,

Caress my face,

A breeze of silent whispers,

Drifted pass.

A Contemplation upon Birds

Wild birds - that I could be as free as you,

And be as independent!

You sour above, and make a gentle dip,

Back to your nest of confidence.

You are not trapped: you know your place:

For your substantial wings spread over open space.

You always obey your seasons,

but I would have it all winter:

My days would know no movements, never fly,

Nor hope for such wonders.

O that I could lift myself high to view,

The vast earth, and be just as free as you!

The Shooting Star

When with some curious searching I regard,

The glowing and exquisite shooting star,

How rarely each nightfall it boasts about,

Its blazing frame, when Titan's lights were out;

How it flares its torch among the shadows,

Still boasting as it journeys over meadows;

How, when its journey ends, it disappears,

Leaving, as lament ends, a trail of tears.

On the Sun

It keeps the frightful shadows from haunting,

Innocent souls, and with its mighty light,

Unfolds a carpet down, till flight

Of Apollo leaves them their lonely mourning.

Often 'tis in such silent lamenting

To Winter

Season of snow and unmoving stillness,

Close companion of the aging moon;

Conflicting with the harsh wind with unkindness

Strength of lightning swords that thrashes till noon;

To let drift flakes of coldness from above

Untitled

There shines the sun, at morn of dawn

Fire from Heaven - Flight of songs!

Sweetness of whispers - serene and prime,

Floating pass with the steps of time -

And with quicked pace a new day breaks