Sample poems from The Nomad's Trail:
Alchemy of Burning Angels
Burning angels
Standing in a long queue
Their alabaster faces turned
Ever so slightly, ever so gracefully
Reading the sky, never standing still
The blue and white pierced by cries
Of red, dark as revenge of the storm
In the silence, I feel this coming over
And I am too, about to shiver and turn away
I still feel you Watching me
Black birds and white cars
Just imagine a black bird
driving a white car.
Not just that, the black bird
wearing a police uniform
and the siren blasting
and deafening the town.
Will the man next-door
stop arguing and smackin’
the left ear of his son
and let his tantrum go?
Will the Jehovah witness
stop knocking on my door
telling me I'm damned
and He can save my soul?
And would that black bird
leave the white car
in the street and come in
for a quick cup of tea...
And will half of my street
not steal the car for a fix?
And will the other not gossip
for a month and a half
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Moonchild
Moonchild,
First sign of preciousness . . .
Sacrificed on alabaster altars
Eyes piercing through centuries
Of dreaming.
You belong to soft whispers
of summer solstice flowers,
adorning the hair of Branwen.
Moonchild,
Take me to you now!
Moonchild,
Wave your dreams
through silver hair
of the stormy winds
of my inner world.
I want to reach. . . Now . . . .
. . . . . .Now . . .
I want the sign of preciousness
the pull of tides
the pull of Moonchild
He calls me from the depths;
my soul disappears into moonstone yearning.
In landscape frozen in silence
I was still and unfulfilled.
Moonchild,
sound the bells
and treasured songs
from ancestral South.
Moonchild,
I long to hear the wings
of angels migrating
to warmer shores
of my awoken being.
It is my uncried tears they seek
Arisen around the break
Of the misty dawn
He is beautiful
Withdrawn
Powerful
Distant
Brave
Depressive
Amazing
Forever never good enough.
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