When No Clouds Line The Horizon

No signs of rain, yet still he waits,
Eyes upturned, wishing a pouring heaven.
Yet nothing his way does flow besides,
The wind from a desert once glen.

In his eyes he has seen the Ocean,
But feet never left his fallow land.
Dying is the unborn, as pregnant Earth,
Is parched as thirsty sand.

If tears could quench his thirsty Land,
The Rivers would, an Ocean be made.
But look what angry sun has wrought,
For tears have dried unmade.

He stands over the roots of,
A Tree ancient and knotted.
As he looks away and over the forest vale,
Where the dusky woods have rotted.

Entranced he moves, towards salvation,
When a buzzing awakens afar.
He turns to see the ague of grain,
For their due, have come from far.

With sad eyes over the Locusts wild,
And lips cracked into a last grin.
Over flung he, the catcher of Rye,
Into the blighted fen within.

Tears Painted On Canvas

It's hypnotizing, the way the rain falls. While I look to the clouds with open eyes, I see the origin of the heaven's tears. But its cool and it hurts like cold steel. The rain drenches me, and still the violins play on. The gods cry to music of beauty. And I've lost control. I've lost myself, To memories that overwhelm. I stand here, Bereft of hate, my pleading eyes, Drenched under a pouring sky. And its only you that I can feel, While I drown in rain in this sightless night. I remember how your words would make me feel, There is a chill running through me. I remember how you'd make me breathe slow and deep, But the present rain wouldn't let me. I'm spinning out of control, Under an onslaught of memories, And this rain... I yearn for a light to guide me home, But the dark clouds have taken my light. And the memories, Oh Maker! You told me you'd paint my words on canvas white, And never leave while I had a tear still left. Where are you now when the rain is my tears? And these words are flowing blind. There are black mountains on the right, And A valley looms on the other side. But its not a road my darling, my love. I'm trapped in my mind's embrace. Beyond your mountain, are you, a stranger now, And in the valley lies blissful ignorance. Where shall I make my love go to? I've tried crossing your mountain, I can't. And I can't stand being ignorant. So I'll march on ahead, If only this rain would let me see. I'm cold, and I'm dying inside. I'm lost, Yes I've lost control. I'm lost and the rain is steel lances. But the music guides me on, The violins in crescendo have risen, Don't let our song die. I only have memories, And this song. But still the rain, threatens to wash me away. In a cold embrace O Maker preserve us. Yes I've lost control.

No Light Over Silent Water

We sat over the wet sand, When the solar shadows were long. We strummed the melodies stumbling past, From oft forgotten song. The song enchants an angel white, Which ripples the silent seas. Then silver songbirds in crescendo rise, From autumn untouched trees. The angel of heaven had fallen from grace, And wet was his visage white. The fallen angel's tears made green, A barren forest untouched by light. The newborn river spake at last, "O seraphim, what hast thou done?" "To cry unbidden in woods so brown, While thy brethern soar aft the sun." "O mighty brook", he spoke at last, "I've failed my brothers three." His mighty wings unfolded at last, As he spoke of his pregnant grief. "Far from grace have I fallen, O brook, Flung far from my firmament blue." "The high heavens have torn asunder, Above clouds so white and true" "A dark rain lingers heavy on, A heaven once bright and proud. White flames arc under flickering suns, No wings on angels sprout." "Heaven lies burning, cries freedom in tears, Mists darken vistas of green, The gates of heaven are now twisted metal, And falling are golden leaves." "What hast thou wrought", the brook now cried, "On earth you wretched soul." The earth exploded as the river fell dead, From the tears of the angel fourth. He knelt weeping in overflowing waters, As land was vanquished in sight. His tears fell over lands barren once more, As earth was burned alight.

An Ocean Between Us

There is quiet on the shores of heaven, Broken by the crashing waves. A soundless wind from mountain blows, Over a darkened flowery vale. Desolate winter envelopes the land, And cries the land for water. Parched has been the drying earth, In the madness of winter's slaughter. But spring then blooms in tender twigs, And the sun across the zodiac dances. Spring has come to set us free, From the winter's threatening lances. But August comes with Autumn gray, Whom the forest welcomes in pain. The last leaves while dying saw, The threatening black clouds of rain. There is an ocean between us, And a storm mars the horizon bleak. Oblivious rain from a sky of rust falls, The wind whispers to the creek. I cannot fight this Ocean of Hate, The Divine Light hidden beyond a Forest of trees. The dark Sun shadows the Ocean Land, And hope dies in a moment of peace.

An Evening For Flowers

Its that time of the Sunwalk, When the angled shadows sway. And sway they did, like Angels do, Under shaded Vales far away. But far below the Cherry Sun, A carriage trundles along. It bounces on the stones below, Like a ship trapped in a storm. And oh it falls like a Ship run aground, As the wilting Evening dies. Flowers broken fall like rain, From the cart who groans and cries. A Rose, she saw from her field beyond, The falling flowers hoarded. But fell in love, with one she did, The Lily as he unboarded. And lo, her heart went out to him, She stepped out of her ground. Her tremulous legs carried her far, as she kissed the Lily down. But all she felt were lifeless petals, Of the Lily for whom she had fallen. As the darkness veils the Ruby fields, On their graves, the Snow had fallen.

Bloom

How fall the horses' hooves upon mossy ground, As the earth below crumbles to dust. Then wooden wheels trample the barren, Ground parched with water's lust. The beast is barren for the harvest gold, As the sun races across the flannel sky. When all behold the beast has reared, For a falling flower in the rye. Words like music float from the fallen lily, A question in the coda they form. Why oh why you beast of light, Have torn me from the ground. There was an ocean in the face the music formed, Red roses beneath the mountain shade. Like a tremulous stem of lotus blooms, Upon the white tree the face laid. The winter child alighted upon the ground, And laid his lips among the roses. Then turned to the fallen flower as, The evening sky's light door closes. He lays the lily among the groves, And smiles as the flower sighs. The love of her floats like mist, For the winter child as she cries. And then he falls as the lily dies, From his unforgiving barren cold. And as the winter falls the fields explode, In frozen lilies of gold.

Evening Light Is Failing

Time is standing still, Finally still for me. As I see the water fall silent, My gentle wind is free. Shattered glass of myriad memories, Fall unto the green water. And the river shines a red glow, As the flickering shadows grow longer. Its time for you to set, My Divine Light, Long have you shined at heights. Long have you warred the mighty rain clouds, Against dark nights with dying lights. For once the horizon is not black, The oceans are quiet as a still morning calm. The winds are retreating into the mountains white, And no rain clouds threaten the winter lark. When the last wave on ocean shores broke, The sun died into the welcoming night. The water was still as the winter snow, As the light disappeared beyond their sights. Sleep my Sun, sleep forever, Rest your light for the morning after. For you may yet rise again, Like a phoenix burning in an orange light. But then the morning never came, And with it never came the sunlight. This sunset was final it seems, For the morning never met the horizon bright. This will be my last poem I guess. I'm quitting.

The Dying Of The Light

Take me away, to a land of oceans, Where the land is swallowed by the withering waves. Where the water is swept by the buffeting wind, And a red darkness envelops the sky. Where the stars are dying in the dark night, There shall the solar wind fall. To bury the last strands of the final light, The forest trees stand tall. The clouds are the enemy, Who have captured the evening light. The hail of rain pierces the oceans black, As it falls through the mourning night. Destroying waves rise a mile high, But still can't free the sun. The bleak horizon darkens with tears, Falling from the dying sun. How can the moon now rise, Without the sun's light? What's beyond the clouds no one shall know, For the sun has lost its final fight.

Like The Morning Mists

Two pairs of feet, tread ocean shores, Like rain from stars on eyes black and brown. The soothing caress of Spring's soft leaves, Under a blanket of night's silky frown. And those eyes, like an endless sky, Stretched over miles of misty lands. Laughter like a valley of silken roses, Beside a river across a coloured band. All those beneath raven hairs, That flutter across a visage so pure, Across a soft hill under stars, Like winds on sunlit oaks. Like gentle waves your name flows, Your voice like church bells serene. And the sea breeze kisses your eyelids closed, When dawn walks against the night. The first light of the morning sun falls, And the sky pours down upon sleeping eyes. You are just a dream it seems, Just a lonesome heart's dream...

Like Autumn Touched Leaves

Memories, of a moonlit orchard; Of Apple trees and grass a shimmering green. Moving pictures of still water rising, And hands clasped in silent prayers. Memories of twinkling church bells, Of sunlight shining through the brush. The land of promise, Of silence serene, The land where lads once played. Sheep clouds caressed the shineless Sun, As rain rippled the morning brook. Wasn't there an Ocean blue beneath raven hairs? And the glint of cherry under a hill of flesh? But all fell like Autumn touched leaves, Swept away by a wind so calm. Weathered memories like realities faded, As he saw the stone upon his palm. Snatched away from his hills and waters, He gazed upon the silent lands. Blackness swallows the evening sun, And night falls upon the floor of sand. And then the rain begins to fall, Washing over a barren terra broken. The lonely white tree sheds it's tears, And as the last leaf fell from wet branches, Winter was come again. And still the memories... The Memories...

The Escalating Fear Of Water

Lights, Lights, glimmering bright lights, Desolate crests of waves ignite. Shimmers of darkness upon a glossy chest, The oceans froths in debilitating fright. Her wooden brow gleams with salt, And the tattered sails dither in winds. When the silent Skies are torn by lightning, The swelling ocean buffeted by the storm. Rain, like silent raindrops, fell From the glittering darkness of overcast skies. The darkened sun from beyond the rainclouds grins, Over the storm thrashed floors of oak. The murderous winds have destroyed the lands, For away on the island fallen trees abound. Desolate lands greet the dark morning, And a silent howl is the only sound. Her fluttering flag tears away, And falls in the white water. Above the Earth lies an angry ocean, And below the Skies a caravel falls.