Sea Gypsies

It is the whales' song of tearful chords.
Those graceful guardians of the sea
Who remind us all of past worlds' lore.

What is that tearful weeping
from azure horizons and fathoms deep?
It is the whales' song of tearful chords.


Beyond the world's wooded edge
Man forgets to listen and ignores
who reminds us all of past worlds' lore.

A verse echoes across the wide miles
a mixed melancholy harmony of psalms.
It is the whales' song of tearful chords.

On a never leaving horizon we ride
hunting to silence the old generation.
Who will now remind us of our past world's lore?

Earth's pandemonium culminates its fate; 
If only Man had paused to God's "Beware!"
This was the whales' song of tearful chords
who once reminded us of past worlds' lore.

(~revised 2012)

Purple Thunder

Time rolls through days like raging thunder:
Blue-black anger bruises the sapphire spring sky
as the moon's silver gaze overcomes the translucent sun;
Slow-blinking stars pattern the celestial weave
while white lightning discharges her forked fury;
like discordant whispers in a violent dream.

Colorless vapors twist and collide as her Dream blurs;
Reason and Action move the wind and order the thunder.
Thoughts provoke Answers and chained fury strikes the midnight sky.
The sapphire blue fades and turns to a mournful cry
as the Moon eclipses the weeping Sun.

Maturity ages the passing prodigal;
her soul searches the aching, twisting dream
for the triumphant Sun to blaze across the weave,
to chase the darkness with its reviving beam.

Twilight tiptoes into a fresh morning sky;
A new day, awake and afresh chants in her ear.
Harmony overthrows the furious Horror; 
the moon kneels to the resurrected Sun.



(~revised 2012)