Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Along the Shore

The lake echoes waves that melt to the shore
To deluge with fine sand, soggy green seaweed,
Slippery smooth pebbles and the petite shells
Of tiny crustaceans, their edges sharp as glass
Shine white to glint silver sparkling in the sun.
Deadfall, now long smooth driftwood logs
Scatter, inland to rest solid in higher sand
Like pews set in nature’s vast holy ground
To serve as seats for the weary who wander the shore.


Breezes drift soft as whispers
Through the branches of the willows
To send their wispy tresses in motion
That mesmerizes observers to stillness

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

A Twisted Gap in Time

She tripped over a wrinkle in the liquid realm of sleep
And fell through the whirlwind within her mind’s eye.

She landed hard in a carnival of a twisted gap in time
Where the sure fantasy of her na├»ve adolescent life’s view
Bled to the raw horror of a deadly untamed reality.

For in this world the Dragons breathed their death breath of fire
So that where forests once stood tall in their immaculate majesty
Now stretched nothing but a barren land of ash, a crimson molten pyre.

The air swirled to leave a dank dark dust that drowned out the light of day
While hot embers raked the air like rain that fell to burn beneath her feet.

From all around her wild whispers rose to red ragged screams
That tore through the silken sound of her silent night of dreams.