14 January 2013
10:00pm...

Swiftly into haunting days
Recklessly I craving ride...

Te sé en el cielo constelado,
Y los ojos de Dios...

She looked down upon me
from her lofty stance...

It's
a jagged edge shiver...

The shady glade of red, red roses
And soft cool grasses walled by dryadic oaks...

[A pale ode from my teenage years to Moorcock's...
A thousand worlds have I seen...

There are but a few dying embers remaining,
A few throbbing gems in the darkness...

This keep lies hushed in the early morning
Creaks of shutter from seaborne breeze...

15 April 2009
7:52pm...

[And here is the 'rewrite' of my first poem, The...
Love never comes when it is expected...

[On one of the discussion threads it was asked how...
Beside that lake we blossomed with Spring...