A Heart Struck Moon

Our flesh entwined

on the altar bed.

Moonlight

gently bathes

Cimmerian shade

with lustrous alms.

of light.

and love.

A heart struck moon

Paints lace of light,

Across our mortal souls,

We kiss goodnight.

Pseudologia Fantastica

With mirrors

summoned from

A childhood priest,

Fata Morgana

sweeps a rusty Midas

high and away

in the cold-hearted

dry autumn air.

Calcine flames

wildfire

over Incubus' air castles

Ere tornados blast their

cinders to the cheerless heavens.

Algonquin's frosty smile.

Dreaming of her king's

resplendent touch

Her inexorably

treasured taste

of gold.

I am the charred remains.

The Luminescence of Foxfire

The luminescence of foxfire

bathes decaying wood.

Suffused, languished light

yearning for the magic

that lives in old books

and fond familiar thoughts.

Meridian shadows can

gull a blind blue eye

into higher thoughts

that quickly drop beneath

dark forest canopies,

and eternal nights of

faintly obscuring leaves.