A thought wafts gently through the shadows,
Buffeted by the air as a cold wind blows.
Origins obscured by the finality of death,
Yet refusing to die, though bereft of breath.
Owned no longer, orphaned and alone,
Holding on to cohesion, minus flesh and bone,
Patient through the ages it waits, it burns,
Originality is a myth, an idea returns;
Another living being shall think it and then
From beyond the grave, the thought shall live again

A Song of Childhood

There was a song in my head when I awoke,
A melody I couldn't quite grasp,
It had elements of my daughters laugher and invoked
Images of my wife's smiles as she clasps
Her child to her, and looks up at me.
And I wonder, can an infant's kiss
Be expressed as a heart-felt melody?
Can reels of rhyme express heavenly bliss?

Malevolent Sleep

Moonlight flows over peaceful trees
Moonbeams sail on a lilting breeze
The landscape painted in shades of night
Darkness reigns, having usurped the light
A dark voice rises, a dirge it sings
Wafted abroad by dim night wings
Shadows march and nightmares ride
Dreams on horseback slither and glide
Unyielding sleep holds its tethers tight
Coveted morning, nowhere in sight
Toiling, laboring, through gelatinous air
Then falling, falling, hopeless despair
Consciousness crashing back into being
Tranquility returning, horrors fleeing
A cloak of silence lightly descends
A soothing peace to the mind it lends
The stillness lulls, slumber it brings
And darkness, laughing, spreads its wings

Aspirations

I sit alone and watch windblown
Coconut trees growing,
Or turn my head and watch instead
The lazy river flowing.
I search the sky and wonder
Why the sun is still shining…
When all around the parched ground
Is for moisture pining.
Peaceful scenes etched in blues and greens
Soothe my troubled eye,
And my mind is prone to rise alone
And soar into the sky;
And seek there to find what to my mind
Can be as soothing balm:
Shelter from strife, a whole new life
Of peace, contentment, calm.
I know if I find that in my mind
Vain wishes cannot encroach,
I can find a way to get through each day
Sans peur et sans reproche

A Composition

I sit alone and watch windblown
Coconut trees growing,
Or turn my head and watch instead
The lazy river flowing.
I search the sky and wonder
Why the sun is still shining…
I look for gnomes in weighty tomes
and find leprechauns pining.
For the cobblers day has gone away
and they have naught to do,
And Jacks-in-the-greens are creating scenes
and elves are singing the blues
I ask the pixies if they could fix these
problems, but they say,
That all in all they are having a ball
so come back some other day.
"For elves sing well, though truth to tell,
we prefer rock 'n' roll,
But elves wont do it, fairies prefer a duet
and goblins are into soul
The problem is bad but will be solved by the ad
hoc committee of crows
That we've got together, so go home dear brother,
We'll solve this before it grows."
But a committee of crows! O tempora, O mores!
What is the world coming to?
Owls I surmise, are supposed to be wise
but crows are something new!
So I went to a doctor and told him I sought a
Solution, and he sent his
Nurse for a pill and said "You're not ill,
You're simply non compos mentis."