Certainly I live and breathe  
 By each thump of my heart  
 If only I became as glorious
 As these words I do script  
 Love and I- would surely  
 Be tasting… each others lips  
 Poet of the Light © 2020


 Like the winter snow
 Shows up while you’re asleep  
 What I felt had changed  
 From every time before today  
 Albeit, that doesn’t mean a thing
 For anyone, especially for me  
 There are things we know
 In a cosmic lightning speed  
 And recognize it’s truth  
 Long before we can even think  
 The writing is on the wall  
 Even if we don’t dare to read  
 We can feel the message presence  
 Even if it never tries to breathe  
 All my wishing won’t change a thing
 Reality can speak so bitterly
 If this, if that- just shifting sand
 To pretend it can be different   
 I don’t want to believe it's true
 Another storm I have to get through
 I’ve been here a time or two
 Though I can’t say, ever this deep  
 The writing is on the wall
 And time itself is… nearly gone
 Poet of the Light © 2020


 I’ve noticed, of late, I’ve changed
 Its not that I don’t care, cause I do  
 I’ve lost that fear of losing people
 Even if they mean a great deal still
 I’m unsettled yet, if it's a good thing
 I wasn’t ever really like this before  
 Maybe I’ve forgotten what matters?
 Or, I’m discovering… I should too!  
 Poet of the Light ©  2020  

Put by

 Crisp crackling has begot   
 Ponderous tracks in white   
 Adorned in crimson signs  
 Her images still chase him
 Like an unalterable shadow  
 That resides within his soul  
 Oh- how words cut through  
 Like a thrown spear at war  
 In fogyish of life and love  
 The thumping of his heart  
 Clashes against his wound
 As his bloody drops trickle  
 Down to the wintry tundra
 Becoming lost ruby stones  
 They sizzle in chilled snow
 Never to be found or valued  
 But he dares not to take rest
 He has too miles to go first
 Returning to his sanctuary
 Nestled into folds of alpines   
 Founded in his life eons ago  
 Atop great mountainscapes  
 Where sacred paths still lay  
 Beneath an enduring blanket  
 Where horned sheep do play  
 Like unsupervised children  
 Where howling winds hide  
 Both his hobble and self pride  
 Where his own lone candle  
 Accompanies time granules
 Shifting in unchanged seasons
 On the fray of life and regrets  
 And dreams are so much kinder  
 Than those longed for ventures  
 Encountered following...his heart  
 Poet of the Light © 2020  

Tolls of time

 Lost drowned city revealed  
 Perchance of lowered levels   
 Like unseen Holy water mist  
 You slipped thru my fissures
 Droplet by droplet, you seeped  
Even a moon has unknown powers
 Permeating pass all my defenses  
 I didn’t really have a chance  
 Not that I wanted to stop you
 Truth be told, I prayed for it  
 And your presence restarted
 That kindled fire of old within
 Fueled only by hope to be loved
 With the vigor of oceans waves  
 That crossed the great seas to land  
 Upon the lost shores of an island  
 That nearly forgot about living  
 But now- its smothering itself  
 Stifling in the airless chambers  
 As hope is waning once again
 The chilly ambiance is telling   
 As transitory fogs roll back in  
 Too incompatible with desires  
 Too aberrational to really matter
 Unsightly display: unwanted ruins  
 Flickering in...prevailing winds  
  Poet of the Light ©  2020  

de Feu

Oh- chaste Vestal Island of passion
I’ve not set sight of your ivy shores
Basking in lushness, of lunar silence
Or experienced their volcanic waves
From those deeply hidden eruptions
Nor degust any of sweet ripen nectar
Of your long sought fruited drippings
Protected by the outgoing tides force
Which is in constant stirred churning
Preventing my vessels palmy landing
Pursuing a pirates map for...lost treasure

Poet of the Light © 2020


Her colorful red sky conversations
Were captivating to say the least
Like shadows falling into crevices
I fell into her spoken alluring words
Unbeknownst they exit

Poet of the Light © 2020

True to fault

Searching for a story without an end
My heart got caught up in a synopsis
I knew my role foretold a pending hell
Being a messenger...instead of the hero

Poet of the Light © 2020

Grey going black

It should be criminal
How you do me this way
I can see it all now
You don’t want my love
I’m just your passing time thing
To replace what you’ve lost
A temporary kind of ghost
Keeping you from going insane
How vulgar you’ve made me
Like an infection spreading
Now I need someone else
To be vulgar for me
A plaything to keep on a string
Whenever my emotions get to me
And I’m missing that touch
Of whispers caring bout me
I miss the shivers you gave to me
When I first believed
My mind is slowing dying
In a gray pall of reality
Because my heart is broken
And my cure left me on the floor
Not even one little taste
Unsatisfied in every way
In the darken pain of… unloved

Poet of the Light © 2020