Into mysteries, we both crave — Your eyes are pools I’ve gazed into, your smile as warm as sunshine, I’ve walked the track where you have been in different moods and fun times Mirrors of light shades of dark, sparks of recognition, kindle knowledge yet untold, life put on full ignition. Deep souls stir and come…

Two spells in parallel. — In translucent light afore the night, In shadows and silent applause, Out of the dark into the light, A moment of opening doors. Lifting away the layers, Cloud gathering in the rain, Sing songs of the soothsayers, Hearing angels lilting refrain. Behind the masks and eclipses, Miracles meet one by one, In…

Wonder woman. — I fill most days with fortitude, One step at a time, A part of my existence, And then write it down in rhyme. I like to think rather than sink, I stand up and prevail, It’s not about winning, It’s the seas I sail. Sometimes it is stormy, Then there is…

Blink and miss the action. — Moraines of sliding glass scything through the freeze collapsing shafts of pure ice melting in the breeze. Climatic changes warming the caps of frozen lands inching up the oceans covering the tidal sands. Melting moments disappearing a mirage of smoke and mist blink and miss the action of the chasm and the schist…

And silver tongues — Walking down the avenues of tricks and double meaning seems to be the state of affairs Where the world is leaning. The smooth and silver tongues of diplomacy and discretion Only tell half-truths Under croaking cloaks of deception. The fewer words said in defence. Are fewer words to remember when…

I try to read — The picture you painted has me guessing the artistry written in shards The meaning is arcane and allegorical. Your place is a house of cards. You’re a metaphoric morning. By midday, you’ll melt and run away. By evening you merge into shadows. You disappear at night and arrive by day. …

Some in disguise — Bide awhile, and a smile will spread across your dial For as they near, you can hear. They all march past in file Out of the blue, few ever knew. omens in components the cuckoo dove then up above A cloudburst of magic moments. Rainbows rise, some in disguise and mist…

The mystery of the moon — Will wax and wane and still contain, the mystery of the moon The steeds it rides rule the tides, And is apt to make us swoon It ebbs and flows, and no one knows, Our span of life and when, Emit a sigh, lay down, and die, The knowledge we…

Time to take a detour — Clear the decks; what the heck I’d rather be upfront Some may find it confronting At the risk of being blunt I follow my intuition. Disregard it and beware I shout it from the rooftops My wild chorus shakes the air. It’s hard to try and second-guess The meaning is obscure Or…