Desinas Ineptire
Some poems are not made
to move the mind,
but only hold the world
as in crystal.
Others strive to say
the thing unsaid,
in words to paint
what no words show.
And some but play a game,
place counters on a page.
But this one has no point
but to remind of you.
The Ocean's Daughter
When the moonlight comes,
it dances on water,
forms a path of light
silver and fair
that leads the way
to the Ocean's daughter;
a net of stars
shines in her hair.
The night is dark,
but her eyes are deeper
than all the abyss
of heaven above.
She holds my heart,
for she is its keeper:
the ocean's waves
spread from her with love.
Inevitability
Long ago, in a dream,
I saw your face, just a gleam;
it was light, it was hope,
in the dark.
Long ago I had heard
a gentle song without words,
soft and low, spreading hope
in the dark.
Now I wander the earth
and I wonder life's worth
when the fight only ends
with defeat again.
But hope grows where there is love,
where you are, and God above,
so I rise, so I fight,
though I must lose again.
Long ago, in a dream,
I heard your voice -- bright it seemed
in the dark.
Darkness
Behind the eyes, a cave, a maw,
is pouring darkness down a hole;
within the hole our secrets wait
in shrouds of night more black than coal,
more deep than jet, and old despair
still waits for some long-feared rebirth,
a panic formed in ancient worlds
that came when man first sprung from earth,
a fear of things a god might know,
a fear of death and doom and dearth.
