Stained Glass Pentacles

Ebony glass mirror Lines streaking down the other side Twisted the glass paintings Deafening dark reflections Spikes of light Shards of color Kaleidoscope of feelings Sitting at the edge of silence Stained glass pentacles shimmering in the night   February 24th 2013

Sand

The darkness of night opens to the sun-touched crests of crashing waves, etching their luminescense against the leather sand. The darkness lingers on clinging to each crevice, to each seashell, to each rock. The darkness receeds but never dims. As the water touches the beach, the light touches the darkness. Read more…

Corners

I walk around the corner just to see if you're there I look at the window glass just to search for your face I keep hoping that magically you'll appear I know that you won't I know that you can't Not because you don't want to But because you're laying there thinking of Read more…

You

Tonight. The words flow as hard as mahogany. The strife of how to say what needs to be said; to tell you what's on my mind without speaking. All through the memory of your eyes embrace, as though I could still see and touch your face. Imagining you. I walk a Read more…

Love’s Sorrow

Another poem written for when I played the character of George Boleyn in 2008 In sweet romantic tales told by the night wind's gales rumbling through the streets chilling everything they meet They touch my soul to the core, causing recall of what I abhor I want your touch one Read more…