Being far from life,
a heartbeat is stilled
the mortal shell is shed
as the spirit ascends.

In the absence of pain,
it's a child with the wind
formless to the world
rose bud opening

Looking at freedom
is warmth on skin
invisible scream
and hope born anew

For after the touch of death
in the binding silence
it finds itself engulfed
in serenity.

I cry for you out there,
You have become my friends.
Where are all the good things gone?
More pain to my soul does it never end

My choice to feel the way I do
Yet it is just me there walking
I then choose to walk with you
The twirling universe goes on

Dipping into mankind’s pain,
A poet’s simple refrain
I am here they call, just talk to me
A lifeline stretching out

There I find you and love you all,
It is for me to be flawed.
Though I feel we all should be
Compassionate for us, you see.

WOODLAND WANDERING
The sun goes down.
Day yields his kingdom to the night.
The moon appears.
Confirming sun’s disgraceful flight.

On woodland trails,
Forgotten years ago by man.
The Axeman hunts,
With sharpened blade kept close to hand

The young girl waits,
Her boyfriend gone for breakdown aid.
The car, still warm,
Lulls her toward sleep, unafraid.

He sees the car;
The Axeman takes a ragged breath.
The girl awakes;
Her fate is horror, pain and death

In the silence
of this crystal night
shimmering,
entombed in light,
we'll tippy toe upon the stars

Moving in a universe
the tips of our fingers
write poems of stardust
as we shift
the mists of time
being graced in part,
a poets Valhalla

Fishing in the black holes
reeling the next dimension
through, meeting minds
from the center of the think
they ripple with the solar winds
ghosts of the eternal flame