Monday, December 1, 2014

In the Fields where Unicorns Play

In the fields where Unicorns play,
I spent my youth and childhood days;
dancing with fairies,
singing with nymphs,
exploring the world on gossamer wings.

Springtime winds held autumn leaves.
Winter snows kissed summer trees;
laughing at goblins,
hiding from trolls,
basking in the sun with star-kissed ravens.

Dragons and Hawks anchor the sky.
Lightning soaked thunder slipstreams by;
breathing in Life,
exhaling Joy,
spinning magic to set my imagination free.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Life & Death

I close my eyes
but cannot sleep
death stalks my every turn

If I fall asleep, could I not wake up?
If sleep captures me, could it hold me in its embrace
until slumber captures my very soul?

I open my eyes
but cannot wake
ghosts haunt my waking hours

If I wake, will I be able to carry on?
If light shakes me to full awareness, will I have to let go of dreams
wisping through the light of day?

I shake my head
to clear the gauzy tendrils
of illusion clinging to my mind

If I don't sleep now, how will I rejuvenate my soul?
If I don't dream now, how will I know when I've attained them?
If I don't wake now, how will I ever expect to make a difference?

If I don't live now, when do I ever truly expect to?