Mimesis

It has shown itself to be of something else,
Other form entirely; of that spectral music
Of the long expectancy come home at last.


The past is forever denied to us, a foreign
Land; that strange country alive in regret,
But sweetened as it is by passage of time.


Soft thoughts pervade on a summer's day
To give shrewd promise of high tomorrow;
Hot breeze, forcing a mimesis of memory:


Of new hope.

Twi-Lights

Summer wore her white moon glow
With a simple woven gown of night;
Sweat of dreams encased in pearls:
Twi-Lights.

Midnight Face

A sculptured cruelty carved in stone,
Midnight face, a darkening severity,
With storms creased upon its brow;
Somber in its death mask of repose:


Lincoln.

To Sail In Space

A hard religion is it that steers the green gaze of
Peace towards space; towards that travel by the
Smooth sail of worlds sounding distant harmony.
But still, to sail in space is to see the Face of God,
Stark and bold, far across the ocean sea of stars.

Boxes of Glass

Transparent things that live in boxes of glass.
Boxes of Glass. They live in big boxes of glass.


In dreams they'll remember twilight worlds,
Spaces of moving shadow glimpsed on cliffs;
Of still silences and of glances cold and bold.


Boxes of glass. They live in big boxes of glass.
Transparent things that live in boxes of glass.


Calm monitors of skies serve as only company,
Laser hues of brightest blue bath softest faces;
No lines of experience are carved in character.


Transparent things that live in boxes of glass.
Boxes of glass. They live in big boxes of glass.


No cares save clouds of memory follow them,
Dent impressions of dampness and of storm;
Ghosts plagued by the forgotten glory of Art.


Boxes of glass. They live in big boxes of glass.
Transparent things that live in boxes of glass.


Spotless minds are shores of every sweet desire,
Sunlit landscapes of delight and meadows of joy;
Of running tinkles of streams in green horizons.


Far from boxes of glass. From big boxes of glass.