Sons of the gods
who walk among us
hands to hold
and hearts beyond
the reason
of Saints
and sinners
Words let
the waste
or The Way

Then should
the Father
coming to be
awakened by
in this
summer storm
quiet the thunder
fears revealed
nourish or flood
so feelings
will see

Ghosts ever
Holy, sacred
in glory
or secret
and ancient
in time
this worship
shall empty
love’s longing
water or wine
what Spirits
will be?


The Black Swan

all we ever dreamed
all could ever be
a thought becomes a life
a ship upon a sea

captains courageous
before the storm
set sail for the truth
lost in the form

of forever the moment
eternal the now
each one becoming
a reason somehow

an answer unfolds
blooms in the light
forsaken in speaking
of stars in the night

so she has risen
on wings to the sky
which way revealing
her answers still lie

about us consumed
in the fire of love
a black swan ascending
embracing the Dove