rite
all in a days night
the Romanesque march
by candlelight
a curious quest
as the sun goes down
in the west
rumor laid to rest
upon the heartless hills
we do our best
less is more our ills
yet never was the world as wild
since first I saw it as a child
beyond the rainbow sky of gold
the hand of God warm and old
trumpets announce His arrival
I paint it on paper archival
and pray to The Lord
to melt the heart of woe.
a chink in the china, curtain drawn
the wallow of swallow sound forlorn
in truth there is proof you have been gone too long
the mood in the maudlin mud the nod of sleep,
ever do you weep some distant quell,
a house is not a home to hear him yell,
yellow citrine stone sit stoic and alone- amethyst regard rich purple
lifetime to atone-mercury send memory passage through rough water to
land-forgive live and let live, humbled by pope priest holy man,
laureate scribe make words come alive from vital archives, amaze the
innocent and the wise to embark and then to analyze
the difference impart from the
ruin of the heart
to come to know
the next plateau.
unspoken language to harness the energy
gargantuan proportions the task masked
lapse in the lap of a wave through the
hint by fires flint the winter dimmer days,
to greet those artifacts gilded flowers in
pretty architecture at your leisure,
measure the dresser love the hutch so much,
seek and ye may find that sideboard from
1899, a Mecca of antiques, antiquated
anticipated-an English armoire original paint,
a time and a place the older the date the beauty
great-how quaint.
clam in wet sand sinks in the drink of bubbles
to breathe the froth doubles as ocean waves
crash and prey upon a world of troubles-
from oceans ear to the mouth of the bay
gulls shrug off the cold, feel the flinging fad
to swoop into a loop below the waters wealth
a fish or two be had-as stealth the brazen
fisherman is he, seagull, natural born hunter
of the sea.
peaceful rivers thaw, fall away for sprig with leave,
buds like jewels, open perfumed
fragrant grasses willowy reeds, time the inevitable
passes entrapped in sap like molasses stems bent on pent up
blends of buttercups peeking through cracks of evening seems would
never end-no more grieving-birds sing sweetly recurring the stirring
moments yearn, caterpillars
turn inside out into butterflies, delicately cross moss marsh
and bog to rest their wings in nettled boughs and fly again to capture
a rose as honey to a bee, looking long for freedom found sees the
world upside down, in rapture little does she want, the air is lovely
this time of year, her wings a collage glide ever taut, as trim as a
sail on the rocks
on the way by the bay for a jaunt.
stars like silver foil kisses
served on Little Dipper dishes
the man in the moon croons a tune
of song about his only sun
to rise and set in clarity
the wisdom in his charity
fire burns brilliantly his golden mastery
resilient flame he dance before the Earth
heat is neat in skies the limitless blue
clouds sheer as shimmering shawls come near
to beckon the beautiful center of the universe
God’s gift throughout the heavens
the angels tumble and roll
cajoled by the laughter of levity
mild in the month of May
behold the light of day!
morning sun evening moon
majestic ocean come what may
in east end towns by the bay
the moon is full
to color the day
in pinks and grays
green gold inlays
the 8th fold path
moon bath
nightfall
creatures turn a snowy white
in the light of a star filled sky
felt the petal and the leaf
under cover of belief
in the forest where the air would weep
the grass too tall to worry
the short end of the greener stem
exude young shoots a mauve in rows curved curly
in morning the moon descends to dream
in evening the stars wrapped in silver
of merriment mirrored
sparkling suspended animals in
cobalt sky
for everyone
a hug from God
for a tender goodnight.