Monument to LilithThe poison of elegant aroma
Lies heavy across the ground.
The light petals, abrasive they are,
To the petrified marble of pure skin:
A graceful arrogance of Victorian romance
With a sinister plague of destroying hearts,
Leaving love diseased, masked
Beneath the blanket of graceful,
All from the wings of a duchess
Within her garden of Eden.
When the snow first falls lightly to the ground,
A sudden silence of awe rises from
The hidden, blushed emotion that was bound,
Drowned within the heart by its beating drum.
Among the crystalline flakes and away
From dark lights that cloud this most perfect earth,
Standing are nervous thoughts, leading astray
All the worries of life and doubt of worth.
A wash of rose crosses a frozen cheek
From the melting warmth in a gentle kiss;
It breaks the ice hardened around the weak,
Lost hopes for memories of undying bliss.
A broken heart's void yearns to be replaced
To ward off the cold, like love's warm embrace.
LimitlessIn the beginning, there stands an empty space,
It has no confines: mental or emotional boundaries
Do not cease the endless oblivion
Where impulse and twitch of soul move
The absent bodies of a young celestial world.
Thoughts soar aimlessly through an open sky,
Where lightweight, comfortable clouds,
Ever dynamic and welcoming in their simple grace
Slowly dance across an infinite horizon
Of endless light and air.
An ocean without depth sleeps
Beneath its gentle waves of warm sea foam spray,
Swaying with its rippling surface atop,
Silent in the unknown isolation beneath,
Its distance brings soft darkness in night.
Beyond there is a land, vast in measures
That stretches across the length of man’s first thoughts,
Its grasses gaze dreamily to the conscious atmosphere
Of curious wonder and playful excitement
Where elements swirl together.