On that Beach of Yours

Alone amidst an ocean of people,

Like dying of thirst at sea.

A select few try to test my waters,

But nobody really knows me.

Afraid I might drown in the loneliness,

Never find the surf tormented shore.

Always adrift, never safely standing

On that familiar beach of yours.

One day perhaps, I’ll build a raft

And attempt to sail myself straight back

Through waves and thunderheads black

To that familiar beach of yours.

To sate the need within me burning,

To satisfy my own soul’s yearning,

To stop the roiling water’s churning

And find that beach of yours-

-The welcome sand where you stand

On that beach of yours.

To hold you in my arms again

On that beach of yours.

Oh Dreamers!

Oh lovers, dream of kisses!

Dream of moments close-

To wile away the hours

With whom you love the most.

Oh lonely ones, dream of lovers

So you may join the fun!

That way you shan’t grow pale

From lack of loving sun.

But both of you are dreamers true

So make this your life’s goal:

Turn these dreams to realities

So that you may be whole.

If Only

If only, if only,

Said the Wolf to the Moon,

I’d be with you always

If only, if only.

If only, if only,

Said the flowers to the bees,

I’d grow with you always

In the tops of the trees.

If only, if only,

Said the Earth to the Sky,

I’d mingle with you evermore

Just you, and I.

If only, if only,

Said Water to Fire,

I could keep myself from harming you,

While quenching my desire.

If only, If only,

Said the Wolf to the Moon,

I’ll call to you always

“If only, if only.”

Homeless. (A Haiku)

Home is in your heart,

Yet I find myself homeless.

Now the cold wind blows.

Foul Weather

Musical Thunder!

Glorious Rain!

That heralds the coming

 Of storms again.

Ah! The whimsical Wind

Which eases down

The trees to the puddles

Which litter the ground.

How perfectly charming

These painted grey skies!

That shield the ungodly

Sun from our eyes.

All this together

Is a storm not to miss.

Fouls weather you say?

What nonsense is this!?

Everything and More

If I could be a prince,

Living in a castle white,

I’d love you through the sunlit day

And through the moonlit night.

If I could be a knight,

Standing brave and shining true,

I’d slaughter dragons by the dozens

To win my way to you.

If I could be a sculptor,

Shaping marble gray and strong,

I’d sculpt you with such tenderness

So as to move the bards to song.

If I could be a poet,

I’d compose great works of love

With painted words comparing

Your eyes to stars above.

If I could be naught but your man,

And not some bold hero of yore,

Then that would be quite more than enough-

It would be everything and more.

Dark Paradox

I’m falling quickly,

Losing fast,

Reality’s slipping

From my grasp.

My spiral quickens,

Reason burns,

Logic’s lost

Around the turn.

Where to go?

What to do?

What to say?

Who are you?

I’ve ripped away

Myself from me-

A conscious lost,

A spirit free,

A body broken,

A life left be,

A time wasted.

I try to flee.

Running slowly,

Not fast enough,

I can’t escape,

Life’s catching up.

Time for action,

Time to strike.

But how do I

Attack my life?