on the edge of the dusty trail
i gather thoughts within my mind
from tired body aged and frail
a bit of strength i hope to find
i watch as sun escapes the sky
on the edge of the dusty trail
the way it bleeds catches my eye
scarlet red to a pink so pale
as darkness begins to entrail
beneath the moon my thoughts take plight
on the edge of the dusty trail
an illumination of light
a set of eyes within the tree
an owl spans wings and sets asail
his strength i find inside of me
on the edge of the dusty trail
4/30/2014
A being of ill-decree,
there, thoughts of
loves, lost to betrayal.
Taking remembrance, a
dove nestles amongst
some branches.
The love and glory
of thine own, embarked
upon the mystery
entrances.
As vigor pursuits
of fulfillment ensue,
let redemption entrail.
The mischievous bard,
did let on, a
curious, chance of labor.
For the sorrows
of valor's past
so subtley mistaken.
A faint glimmer in
his eyes, suddenly
gave way to a
slight interest,
o'er God,
forsaken.
Let the perils
of failures of
our past.
Blessed. . .
not find, traitor.
Twilight settled
upon the lonely
desert setting, of
rugged palms
and mystic wallow.
With a whimsical
embrace to surety
and the galliance
of the setting sun's
bravado.
A plan of divine
right. An expression
of knowledge shared,
our El Dorado.
As the bard's
spirit did chime
of righteous
victory. Yes, victory
was sure to follow.
For vises of sweet
mysterious tidings,
due to his own accord.
The mistress gypsy,
there spied swaying,
as the Eagles rose
and soared.
The Southern Cross possessed the sky
that night winds with cold dominion
should coast the chapel roof and cry,
betray the heartland to oblivion.
Relaying scents on mountain breeze
with relics of the grateful dead,
semaphore on repentant knees,
did something kill the newly wed?
With no reply about the grail,
duos of crows pecked the eyes
and beak-plunged in the entrail,
communing when something freshly dies.
The friend and lover contemplates
a future tarred and tarnish feathered,
locks digits with the hands of fate
in grinding seas and tempest weathered.
Togetherness, in love division,
reaching for a different sun,
I know the weight of indecision,
she knows I am the one…