Moments lost in dreaming Like love in slumber What is meant to be And what is Diverge paths, Wreathing sharp images Of desire. Fiery exchanges never To be consummated Though a rising fire Governs wild and unquenched And here we are Again; Each other's poetry Like two grains of sand Upon the same shore.
An older poem: I lost you that day On the shores of eternity. You were engulfed by the sea; Taken as its prisoner I trembled as I looked on Across the crescent of the moon Your silhouette slipping away Into the unbridled waves. I lost you that night To the fervor of the sea. You left like a ship Commanded by the stars Into the Unknown, the uncertain. Now I never go back ...
Gypsy Girl Run, little girl Run, become a woman now. You are like a gypsy Pregnant with fear And loathing. Your wrath towards the World which outcast you Grows in angry pangs, Like a child's kick in the womb. Yet, you have not yet Given birth to your Importunate sorrow. I pray you do not Carry the infant of Your grief into this world, And pierce my already ...
Quixotic dreams we dream Weaving webs of love and sadness Adrift in unimagined fields of fervor Resistance is futile, Though real; Real like the love which sails the seas unrequited and wasted. The age of lyricism Abates and dissolves Into unspoken words; Unadorned with poetic pasts, corroded with impure verse, swollen with weighted time. Time is but a measure ...