A Poet's Haven

As the Sun caresses the icy tops of the tree’s bringing a foggy mist to this solemn day A gentle breeze induces a cascading of icicles breaking the golden silence as a shiver races the spine The pounding in your ears intensifies as your heart rev’s up feeding a desire to run The heavy breathing…

I believe it was in the month of May I saw her from afar As she danced her way into my heart I watched as she fumbled with her bag As she stopped to window shop and refresh her lips As she misted the air around her I waved my cab away As she dance…

as the showers came early jet lagged and delayed three fingers of jack a shadowed table in back silence was needed she started to play each key brought a ripple summoning forth her face synapse recapturing moments a seemingly endless loop each key rippling backward to another time and place Blue Moon in the District…

” In Araby, they say that once upon time, all roses were white. “ “One evening, beneath a waning moon, a nightingale alighted by such a rose “ ” and when he saw her, he fell in love “ ” until that time, no nightingale had been heard to sing “ ” a song of…

As the flashes lit the darkened sky Wave upon wave washed the old cobblestones Ancient drums pounded out a tempo The winds died as a slow drizzle bathed the land From afar a whistle blew As thoughts of old stogies and trailers for rent … Flowed through this tired old mind The evening air cooled…

Shielded fromthe rain A living canopyabove A smile slowly emerging From the plainsof Spain A lonely butterflyin flight Colorful patternsadorning its wing My mine a driftfrom the depthsof my soul This delicate creaturecreated theprevailing winds That led to mestanding in awe In a living canopyhalf a world way#rain, #Spain, #butterflies

I set within the shadows Listening to the falling rain It’s ever changing rhythm The tempo rising and lowering Throughout the night it played on An original concerto It’s first and last it’s only performance Lost to a world racing on ward Towards oblivion grasping at things Of fleeting pleasures in stoopered states Missing a…

The Stars slowly fade into the darkness of the lingering dawn It’s coldness settling upon a bed half full An empty hand searching for where passion had laid Twisted sheets lay cold just a dream flowing from dry lips The soft succulent form that filled my arms just a dream flowing from dry lips The…

twas a gathering of friends no summer that year Lac Leman, shrouded in rain in spine chilling parlor horrors were shared blood letting undead’s human tissue’s rebirth tales of woe, did spread creeping across the channeled shore on a gray and misting night legends grew of poetic prose the pond held, the mist no more…

I sat in awe as once upon a time this was someone’s dream I thought about how it looked in all it’s splendor I thought about walking up it’s steps walking through it’s door climbing a spiral staircase I thought about the people who lived here I thought about their lives I thought about when…