the speculum...

she gazed into the hand held mirror
but herself no longer could she see
she drew nearer and nearer
and still herself she could not perceive

for there, there in the silver speculum
deep inside her outreached palm was an image
so chilling she almost succumbed
staring back at her from this metal cage

piercing her heart from another time another place
exposing love long since cast aside
in the dainty fingers of her past she held his face
the face of all held holy still and her thoughts collide

into the knowledge that she could no more part
with the vision of this, the reflection of her fate
than could she divest herself of her beating heart
breaking as it was for her beloved soul mate
.
.
.

the rolling seas...

in you

my heart sets sail
  with midnight veil 

and holy grail

   into the dark of night
    the tempest flight
    in virgin white

 

  our chart

the distant shore
the magic lore
love evermore

our lives

the waves we ride
poseidon at our side
skies open wide

you are

my rolling seas
and

i

your

wild
banshee

.

.

.

do not think it so...

do not think me oh so sad
do not believe it was all bad

no - do not think me so
for i have been where few may go

i have touched the pure white snow
i have seen the mountain’s glow

do not think me satan-sent
do not believe that i repent

no - do not think it true
for i have been where cupids flew 

and i have been where few can dare
to shed their life’s blights and cares    
    
i have touched love’s heavenly gates
i have felt the hands of eros quake

where love’s grace did on me bestow
like luscious absinthe spread below

do not think me oh so sad
do not believe it was all bad

i have touched love’s heavenly facade
i have walked where angels trod

i have been loved true
i may now live anew

~