On the Night of My Opa’s Death When after night fell, Within a heap of ashes Sprawling the Field of Earth Where in myriads Withering sparks ascended And disappeared Like particles of dust,A coal burned orange there A living ember, a benevolent glow, A beating, flickering heart— But that too twinkled and Went out after …
A slider finds a blind ambition in his ways,And counts his steps for every town he passes byTo brag of his success, to sing his own praise,And people listen, oh they listen intently; a lieThey buy until they realize just how sly the daysHave been, and dark around when light they can’t denyIs surfaced on …
There in the grass she gently layGrazing her fingers through.Alone the maid each passing day;Her island no one knew. Therein beside the Springs of Brin,The quiet waters soothe,And wind moves to caress her skin,tender, pale, and smooth. Above and around, surrounding herWatchful giants’ arms;Seemingly safe, seemingly secureThey never cause her harm. Sprawled there on unfounded …