Sometimes

Sometimes
Avalanches happen
In silence.

The murky waters overtake you
The dove's shining pearl
Falls prey
Beneath the waves,
Sometimes.

Sometimes
Angels bow their heads
And shed golden tears
In quiet resignation,
Sometimes.

Sometimes
The arrow of tenderness
Reduces noble Pallas,
Plucks her diamond crown
And puts her to shame
Sometimes.

Sometimes
We look in the mirror
And encounter the shadow
Of our former selves

The sight is enough
To burst the shell
And silence the Muses
Sometimes,
Sometimes.

A Man of Many Suns

In my blood,
I carry the East
Petals of jasmine
Olive trees and Cedars.

In my heart,
An ancient sarcophagus.
Only the eyes reveal,
What is given in the tomb.

In my mind,
Many suns,
The quiet murmurs
Of ocean waves.

In my body,
The earth.
The salt of seven seas.

Unbeknownst to me,
Even in words
Such as these.

The soothing hum
Of a distant breeze.
With the hint
Of musk
And orange blossoms.

A Blessing For Those Love Lost

A Blessing, A Blessing,
For those who die slowly in waiting,
For a rap on the door
Or call that will never come.

If there be angels among us
Then surely these are their Cherished,
A blessing for those Love lost.

Bottomless is the mire,
A Styx for willing souls
That submerges and drounds
Their restless hearts.

Leads them back to empty houses,
Cold beds, discarded letters,
A blessing for those Love lost.