Mystery

Mystery

The moon can’t shine right in a brightly lit place.

The lady on the cover knows what she fears.

But I, sitting in a room with walls and locked doors,

What do I fear?

In you

In me

I like to think of songs that bluebirds sing

Because they are not sad but always sing to blue skies

Or perhaps they feel and I choose to ignore

The things that they fear,

In you

In me

I say and say in you and in me

Sweet signs in stars say and say

Hissing like a snake

Stay hidden till the light is right

And the moon will be your guide

Till the sun comes up

From the Old Song, Crippling, Deliberate

From the Old Song, Crippling, Deliberate

An eventide arises

In the face of

Monstrous blaze

Earth, Water, Fire, Air

The Old Song comprises

Of spirit and sound

The ancient monster of the deep

Is it you Leviathan?

A severed chord where empty is full

Sweet sleeper of time young

Dress the dunes in shadow

A rest that they have too soon forgotten

In the face of monstrous blaze

Light that Blossoms, I Cannot Crash

Light that Blossoms, I Cannot Crash

You will flourish through solitary hours

 Shining your entrails upon the meeker of the vespid

Though within the masking gold sheets surrounding me

The black that entwines from stinger to tongue

Yearns, a living poison that must feed

On scent and nectar

Trapped within you is life force enough

To sustain your beauty and my flight

And haphazardly I descend to blindhood

For the source of my waking quivering tongue

Shedding the flesh of two shades behind me

Awaiting the end of your acidic consumption