Star People

in the quiet moments of the night
those of us who can not--or dare not sleep
turn our eyes to the waking light
and wonder what glorious victory and crushing defeat the day will bring.

For a lady

one day,
ten years from now
you'll look up and be amazed
because you hadn't thought of him.
and ten years after that
he will be but a faint whisper.
and when you find your place
you will realize it wasn't there.
and that the universe gave you a boon
because you survived the pain.

Triple Falls

In the valley under twin horned mountains,
There runs a river through the wooded hills.
And in the woods is a sparkling fountain,
With triple falls, the many pools it fills.

The pools are difficult to find, they say,
Though I my self have seen the furtive falls.
The wisest woodwose might not find the way,
Through myriad paths with flora-bound walls.

Some say Elves will cause the passage to close,
And will wind the way back toward the dells.
They say the way will only welcome those,
With dearest respect to those pristine wells.

In the woods beyond the Little Mountain,
Triple Falls we called the babbling fountain.

Finally, a clear, dry night.

finally, a clear, dry night.
the jack-hammer rains and winter winds
exchanged for lingering, stagnating, solar sidewalk sweat
and although the dottering clouds,
tired after such a gruelling congress,
had ambled begrudgingly away from the hot concrete
to reveal a panoply of glimmering stars;
amid the salmon-coloured haze of the street-lights,
and the slurring chorus of revellers,
no one would pause to consider
such a dazzling spectacle

The Lonely Wizard Muse

Bathtime bubblings:
quietly amused!
Profound prose proliferates,
never often used;
in-spiration in  s e p a r a t i o n  and yet...
completely unenthused?
Such is the strife at the end of the night
for the lonely wizard muse.