A circle on the beach

Here hide and seek with you I play

As tranced shanks run afoul never

If sand lit upon morning's first ray

You’d seek to remain hidden forever.

 

Half-hearted Heartstrings

The dying night wills a pledge,

Jinxing me to second-guess,

Eyelids foresee a telling edge,

Where all so reasons undress.

Brought along your blindness,

Sweetened with a choking black,

Sleeps between us our emptiness,

We dream all that we lack.

Stars reflect on a hellenic skin,

And crescent, in your orbs I bury,

Deciphering my diary is the sin

I commit for some bad fairy.

While your dreams melt away,

Dissolving like the last candle,

I shiver and drowse it astray,

The sketchiness I couldn’t handle.

Soon this fabled night dies,

And always plays a stalemate,

You once slept in curious eyes,

Now I but sleep in a portrait.

Travelogue

Pages inked of fables muse your scent,
The last rose of winter & its fairytale,
Queen to moon elves in robes swanlike,
What mighty heart did you let unbent?
Amid the cold love of dragons & pike,
Grove, hill, highland we could dwell,
Alone must the stars be if ever I wail,
‘On parting steps did I script my hell?’