A few little poems

Oh heavenly Muse

With ethereal stars sung Urania,
with amorous wisdom wrote Erata.
Lend me your lyre and globe of heavens,
to play this game of words gone  erratic. 


I become undergrowth

Innate traits caught within feral demise,
Fracture persona of cultural sky.
Pastel flesh which attires corporal form,
Modifies derma beyond human born. 

Dynamics composed of aqueous grace,
Fuse with shadow and air in haste.
I bloom… I wilt


End.

Skeletal trees wintering
On eve of revelation.
Hold your breath in Anticipation.
Pause…
Father time points skywards.
My World Falls downwards