The Snowflake Chronicles

9 More Unfinished Poems

1
To My Beloved (Working Title)

Your words are roses
Scented and barbed
Drawing blood from the fingers of love
Their scent perfume titillates my soul
Draws me out of self and into the world of faith

The perfume of your words
Awakens my soul

Your words are roses,
Scented and barbed
Drawing love
From the fingers of desire.

Their fragrance titillates
Calls my reluctant soul
Out of the tomb of self

The fragrance of your words
Titillates and beckons
Calls my soul
Out of the tomb of self

2
In Meditation

My soul is a walled garden
Cut off from the world
Listening for the Beloved

3
The Last War Poem

Who'll write the last war poem
When the final battle is done
And humanity no longer fears its own

When the last soldier is buried
In the graves his blood has won
And the millennial peace has been achieved
Will we build a wall to commemorate his life sacrifice

4
What Are You Waiting For? (Working Title)

What are you waiting for?
Her mother's voice echoed through her mind.

What are you waiting for?
Tell me please
As you huddle in your room
Watching the carnage on T.V.

What are you waiting for?
Sealed in your apartment
behind duct tape and plastic
while outside
the horsemen ride
and death's dark wings
embrace with equal reverence
both believer and infidel.

5
A Place in Time

There is a place in time
Where yesterday and tomorrow merge
Where love and hate become a single entity

There is a place in time
Where experience and memory melt into a new art form
And reality and illusion hide in the others' guise

6
Terror (Working Title)

Repeated squeaks reflect across my mind
Above I feel a blade winging to and fro
Like death's black light that severs my breath's goal
Like the terror written by Edgar Allan Poe.

Angelic melodies reecho now
Never more will my tears remain unshed

7
Love's Tapestry

White beneath the noonday sun
White beneath the midnight moon
Love spreads its tapestry across the world
Reflecting faith's own light

Black beneath the noonday sun
Black beneath the midnight moon
Love spreads its tapestry across the planet
Absorbing faith's own light

8
Faith and Salvation (Working Title)

Assaulting the weakness in the cliff
I ascend the face of my doubts
Hand by hand I climb
The plateau of faith

I am falling into grace
Second by second
I approach my salvation

9
Veterans Cemetery At Sunset

White crosses in formation
Stained pink by evening sun
Listen to taps echo