Death Comes Visiting

some day
or maybe night
announced 
or unannounced
death will choose 
for itself 
a fancy name
and come visiting

holding your hand
it will open the door
and in welcome rush
of freedom regained
you will leave behind
without a backward glance
the broken old dream
of bondage

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Tombs

fear baked
in fiery kiln
brick on brick
we build walls within

sorrow created
love denied
we live in tombs
before we die

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Don't Tell The Way

don't tell the way
words are false signposts
nothing are they 
but shifting sounds
of desert inhabited
with borderless thirst

don't tell the way
for stubborn longing
in silence will burn
its own meandering trail
to plenitude waiting
in oasis within 

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Bodies Of Clay

bodies of clay
formed and dissolved
in river of time
immutable one 
amused
by games of change

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I grow too quick

“Please don’t, above all, plant me in your heart. I grow too quick.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets To Orpheus

I grow too quick
I must be wild
born of scattered seed
not sown with care 
in softened soil
by loving hands

I grow too quick
I must be wild
fierce roots
break hard terrain
shoot stands defiant
in furious storms

I grow too quick
I must be wild
flowers wither
fruits ripen and fall
unseen unplucked
I do not grieve

I grow too quick
I must be wild
anchored by earth
watered by rain
from open skies
I seize my life

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Moon's Love

slipped from heavens
in her loneliness
the moon hangs
infatuated
with her mirrored lustre
in dark depths of water
waves of love
arise and die

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Last Night

last night
in half dream half wakefulness
the moon and I
swapped secrets
on losing and finding wholeness
with lovers
dark capricious

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