Poems 4

CRATERS OF THE MOON
There's an old man who wanders these halls alone
He stares at cathedral ceilings
And prays to the Stations of the Cross hung up on the walls
As Saints look down from above
At tears falling to a sea below

He dreams of flowers and willow trees
His son laughing from lands afar
The wheat peeks around the corner at the sun
A thousand golden arrows piercing the earth
As his tears fall to the dirt


Blood Brothers through the desert
Silhouetted in the sun
Watch the sky merge with the stream
The moon burn through the haze
As his tears turn the water to blood

Tucked in by the black sheets of the night
He clutches the Cross that rings with his tags
That rings with the stars calling to him
With heroes who are never forgotten
Heroes who are haunting
He dances in the astral light
His tears crater the moon


There's an old man who wanders these halls
He stares at the Moon
So he's never alone
As Stations of the Cross
And Saints hung up on the wall
Drop tears to a sea below

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TASMANIAN SUNSETS
There's a castle that beckons through haze
With rocky turrets and hidden dungeons
Faint shadows of dragons and knights
Centuries since their battle was waged

It's there beyond the sacred forest
Where flooded leaves try to rustle
In shades of green, shades of red, shades of brown
The shades of night are drawn

A lonely platypus crawls along
Smells the must of the forest ground
A kookaburra whoops in the tree alone
For the last pinpoint of gold through the clouded skies
Like an old gilded page
As it fades away

Rain falls on the Tasmanian sunset
Drops ancient coins of silver
On a placid lake of black
A dead tree winds its way through the surface
An old woman reaching out to her dreams

She yearns for the mountains through the fog
Past the blackened forest
Its secrets masked in gray
But her castle never arrives

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YOURS
We dream of cafes in the shadow
Of the Eiffel Tower
Where scents of chocolate hearts
Red and yellow roses
And trumpets of Miles and Frank
Roam Parisian
Streets of stone
With white carriages
Upon chocolate stallions
Braided
In red and yellow roses
And visions of the Eiffel Tower.

Your chocolate heart sits upon my lips
It tastes of red and yellow roses
And visions of the Eiffel Tower.

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STONE
I'm trapped inside your copper eyes that ose
from Eden's garden;
that pierced my castle walls, my moat;
My past, my memories
forgotten.

You've given to me Adam's fruit,
and from the clouds, a rose,
a dove, a crow.  The Piper's flute
says your feathers turned to stone.

A raven from ahigh,
your talons tossed me to the side.  Now here I lie
somewhere east of Eden.

I'm trapped outside your copper eyes;
mine cry for Eden's garden.

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THE BREEZE
There's a bead of dew that mirrors the moon
upon a rose in your hands.
Its petals drift past distant dunes,
the breeze leaves only thorns.

There's a spirit within the Northern Lights,
above our waltz among the stars.
It blows past seas and peaks
afar.  And leaves only the ghost of an angel.

There's a dragonfly above an ancient grave.
He hovers in the fog.  With the haze,
your fragrance follows him away,
and leaves the Moon, the only face to see.

There's a tear, an ocean between your body and mine,
for I know that breeze will soon blow by.