and so it ends
and so it ends –
be sad, o heart, when day appears
unleashing hosts of unbidden tears –
tender grass shrinks and die,
and what remains, just wilted ears
so it ends
emiljung's posterous
smile
o god the gulf between us is too dark
too deep and dark and terrible to cross
we’re caught in ravenous swirls of chaos
assailed and tossed and rendered into pieces
yet
smile
and again this whole dark earth will shine
for a baby
tiny twinkling feet
with peach-bud toes
each a thing more sweet
than the sweetest scent –
reviving in the world with crying voice
more sprightly joys than any flower can ever grow
for a baby born today – a dreamer still of dreams from all disaster free
there
all my hope is still to meet her there
where moonbeams cloak
the somnolent earth
thanatopsis
do you hear how cold the wind blows
do you here the splashing of the icy rain,
beating on window panes
do you hear the house shakes to thunderous shocks
do you hear the eerie wail of pain
do you hear a voice that grieves,
softer than the sound of whispers
do you hear that dreaded sound
that softly broke and sighed,
and tells my suffering heart that love is dead
to my absent love
your love is still my comfort,
your love that like the morning
fills the sky with roses and superb desires
your love draws velvet curtains, and
brings fragrant messages of hope
from the closing flowers
I love you still and feel a deeper longing
than the lips can ever utter.
your love is still my comfort,
and the world for ever now
is full of music
axiom
Slowly I woke to feel returning strength
enter my soul, and lying awake
I wonder at the journey I had made,
and the cold vision of the monstrous snake.
let me now go unafraid,
let me not evade
the strenuous narrow path,
with thorns on the way
until I reach the grave
little hands
eyes of lustrous blue, lashes nursing dreams no older heart has known
May my every thought, and every wish and each desire that ripples through my blood, be from here on end, pure, and tender and divine.
mischance
in the aching throat
a voice laments –
for we smother what we cannot mend
and forever live in a desert of regret,
with agonizing grief that asphyxiates our wasted souls;
thus our mischances disturb our harmony,
tumbling to ruin wholly past repair
our dreams of youth
the clearer way
I once have left
a clearer way
to feet devoid
of strength, and agile
only to stray.
O heart remember He is here today
He moves us; He upholds us on the way.
