we walk for fifty years
lost in the ice domes
of this forsaken land
 
          ~
 
the Queen
sat high
on a throne
of clear glass tears
 
          ~
 
carved wood—
love letters written
before the dawn of time
 
          ~
 
moon dust
  moon walks—
a lonely planet
  for far off thoughts
 

wet
with the dew
of a heavy rain—
the scent of ozone
lingering still
 
          *
 
a bird cries
somewhere in a nest—
her shattered child
 
          *
 
the gate has opened—
I walk through
looking for salvation
 
          *
 
these are the souls
who wander
the desolate streets—
I search their eyes
they do not see
 

buildings
corrupted in the dark
mixed with the light
of strangers
 
          *
 
hurried feet
step by step on pavement—
and the dirt is deep
as little by little
they mark their souls
 
          *
 
organism of souls
who have their moment
and sink back down
to dark oblivion
 
          *
 
steam in the streets
with century old pipes bursting—

far at sea
in the violent turn
of the waves and silence—
and out there somewhere
the shores of home
 
     *
 
images
built in mist—
footprints
on the journey home
 
     *
 
winds
and roots torn up—
covered in the dress
of a fallen queen
 
     *
 
one blow
and then I’m down—
fallen to
the lightless depths
between the now
of life and eternity
 
     *
 
one and then
the other—

rays melt
into the blue light
of another heaven
 
        *
 
wind washed
water melts anew
on the blue horizon
 
        *
 
birds
of another day
have joined
for morning prayers
 
        *
 
looking east
the pages turn
to the wind
where all the blind
begin to see
 
        *
 
jigsaw night
among the red and blue—
once more I'm