Boy, Stream, Woods

[Lykren]

A twisting stream
with a boy leaning by.
The water passing
a still and silent wood
shrugging off light
the sun gives it.
The palm of the boy
striking the water
sends off a thousand reflections.

[Lykren]

The Moon's Diary

Now walk with me
down the lane
into the boughy shadows
and the pale-starred sunset
and we shall reach
the road to the end
of tenderness
or the beginning
of the Moon's Diary.

Here we shall find
the depths that stain
even darkness
mixed with light
that reaches sharp mountains
cleanly and evenly in the cold,
bright springtime.
And the bow of the sun
to the moon
does not signify it is content
nor does it signify solitude
but the obeisance is this:
the subtly different truth
as ecstatic as the crags
or the caves
filling each mind
with Wind.

Wind that whisks about delight
and despair
with equal force. So the trail
softens and becomes broad
toward the conclusion
of this walk
through lunar scribblings
to sudden -

and Death -

[Jack of Hearts]

Are these your first on here? They're not bad at all.






J




EDIT: Your post archive shows that they are not. Hah. Good stuff, keep it coming.

[Lykren]

I haven't posted many on here yet, but I've been writing for a while. I'm sure I shall be posting a'plenty.

Oh, and thanks for commenting.