Poems

On John O Donoghue Passing

Romance is but a ghost tonight, for the hearth has no host tonight, the storyteller has become a tale a cold season has shed it’s veil. Mysteries of love and truth like fallen flowers and starstruck youth, have tumbled back…

Elements

Bright fires fed on air and earth, from dark black ashes the land gives birth. In the burning heat the waters rise, from the fertile earth to the windswept skies. The wind and earth feed the burning heart, as the…

At Your Feet

Oh Scarlet my love, my rose, my raven, my heart of fire, your blood upon my lips the scent of you envelopes everything. You burn within me now my cauldrons lit by your desire, your kiss upon my lips my…

Paradise (Found)

Looking out the window as the mountains fade away, silent, yet there’s still so much to say. I’m much too tired to weep, but i just can’t fall asleep, as I rise above the clouds of black and grey, to…

Black Heart

Quiet as night light creeps in, luring hearts to a candle dim; needing not to guard the plot nor beg for sun or wind. Quiet as eve the lifeless grieve, hidden roots bear morrows kin, blossoms upon undying graves. Unquiet…

Night of Quiet Dreams

Night oh night, tucking in the unquiet thoughts, soothing tired hearts distraught, with a voice of sighing winds. Night oh night, a restful sound lifts from your lips, as soft caressing fingertips, such tenderness a quiet wind. Night oh night,…

Leaves of the Belgae

The fragile leaves are rustling, upon the barren field, the laughter of lost children to sorrows never revealed. All through the blackened forest bearing bygone rhymes, the mounds and hills still sobbing the woods still wonder why. Singing, Sleep, sleep,…

Endarkenment

Sleep, sleep, sleep again, roam gladly into unconscious lands. Wander in the thoughtless stream to the ivory tower of the careless dream. Sleep, sleep, sleep again, oh the broken servants of waking day, lost within the awakened rays, take solace…