Don’t leave me alone
to the haunting
of my mind’s
own design
I will collapse
and burn
in the shadows
of what you leave behind
No More Oceans
I see now
where to go
I tried to fly
across the ocean
To find the islands
they all write about
But I am no seagull
only a lone eagle
I will rebuild my nest
high on the mountains
And fly
on the roughest currents
Here is where
I remember who I am
Wolf Hunt
It’s night
and the wolves are out
they dream of the hunt
they dream of the night
The warm autumn air
calling at their prey
safe in the meadow
safe in the trees
A whisper in the night
pulls the wolves deeper to the hunt
stalking through the meadow
stalking through the trees
Deeper into the woods they go
unwilling to halt
following a hidden light
buried in the night
A stir within
calls her out to the night
she does not sleep
she does not dream
Embracing the warm autumn air
she walks alone, unscathed
through the meadow
through the trees
A luring song
pushes deep into the wind
a mere whisper across her lips
a mere whisper through the woods
She halts in the quiet
drawing all who stalk near
she comes to dance deep in the night
hunting wolves in autumn moonlight
A Poem
Shall I write a poem
Something cold and dark as my soul
A metaphor
To my love of the sea and moon
Or just another poem
Of you and your stupid
No, I’ve strayed off topic
A poem, to write
Nature,
My sweet, sweet nature
Inspire the gods
Muse for my pen
A playful taunt
From a well thought out prompt
It’s all I need
To plant my poetry seed
So many directions
So many worlds to explore
Just a word, or ten to start along
Anticipation grabs
Stop…I remember
Now that must all wait
For I’ve finished my lunch break
Prism
An island
This island
Not drifting
Existing
In open space
Where the heart
should feel
Where love
should flow
And empathy
is gold
They are hidden away
On this island
In open space
Waiting
As a prism
To hold in the sun’s light
