Etoile Filante...revision #2

ETOILE FILANTE

Lumiere d'etoile. star bright

you obliterate the darkness of night

cast your glowing fire on my sight

and bring to my spirit earthly delight

The fresh evening breeze parts my hair

as random thoughts meander in mind

Clear skies and northern air

amplify a unique heavenly sight

Streaking fire descending at breakneck speed

follows its mandated course

while casting no shadows indeed

as it relinquishes its life force

Visions of extinction float in my eyes 

and capture this glowing descent

as leaves trash about and fly

during this astounding instant

The partly obscured silver-yellow blur

is quickly spent in its death flash

that announces the finality that must occur

as cold matter becomes grey ash

Wilderness...

Wilderness

When wilderness swallowed me

in her verdant web beneath tall trees

that rose above a crashing sea

I became the object of her devotion

and under poplars received her attention 

while wrapped in shadows there common

She consumed my essence partly shaded

while I stood there somewhat jaded

absorbing her wild disposition unsatiated

With a quickening pulse drumming in mind

and her loving ways soft and kind

I satisfied desires I'd hope to find

My pleasure peaked as her spell surged

with muffled moans barely heard

that drifted over the ocean surf

So, under Summers sun on shaded hill

wilderness surely fullfilled 

my dream as time stood still

Now, I recall in jest

that her name wasn't really wilderness

However, she was definitely the best

Unspoken Words...

Unspoken Words

'Tis when the night is still

that notions in mind at rest

guide my restless quill

over naked whiteness best

Ghostly impressions create fine traces

that infiltrate my precious timelessness

scribbled in virgin untouched spaces

that justify my cherished aliveness

My prose lives with the awareness

that it resides in deep insecurity

hindering the release of visionary brightness

that lurks in the soul of me

'Tis during heightened consciousness

when reality lingers behind a shield

that my words repressed more or less

need to be scattered in open fields

Released to sprout into offerings

 that pleases the ear when heard

that sit on tongues as comforting things

alive in thoughts freely offered

Alas, my words dissolve under the spotlight

they dissipate like wispy fog broken

only to disappear into the cold dark night

leaving me to wish they were spoken

Time Exhumed...

Time Exhumed

There's a shallow grave in the woods

where time sleeps as it should

beneath a carpet of decaying leaves

quietly hiding memorable scenes

Times of youthful maidens beckoning glances

and evenings full of laughter and dances

but time like a fading morning dream

should escape into sunlight brightly streamed

Time freed to quietly saunter away

smiling radiantly while remembering yesterday

Exhumed time that will perish when unsung

unless carried on the spoken tongue

Time to be whispered as actions past

fully unburied moments that should last

colorfully painted in our memory garden

vibrant and alive before being forgotten

So, let unearthed time glow like a ray

that warms our present during its stay