Smoke

Embers flare with every breath, and lazy turns the drifting smoke, dancing in the quiet air.

Beautiful Scars

I foundthe strengthto fall today I foundthe courage to breakand to be broken by fear I foundthe will to stay downinstead of riseand escape the pain of more I founda way to watchthe last of megive itself away I foundthat I could let goand face this painas I should alone I foundthe strengthto fail today again

Holes

There are holes in me now, empty spaces empty places that you've left behind; I struggle to fill them with hope and with light, and pieces of me that I've buried inside, but from nothing comes nothing, leaving nothing to hide.

Vagabond

I Ama work in progressof my own makingthe Voice of the Musethe Voice of ChaosEternity waking

Exposed

fluid linesexposethe peaceof thewriter's souland betraythe fearsof theheart

Center

Around me            a revolt of life                        color                        and sound                  the fury of being            and the peace of                        home –                                     you,                        in the center,            surrounding me,                        stillness in motion,                        an easy calm;                                     passing through this                                         veiled existence            in a revolutionof being who I am            there is                        you.

Valkyrie

In you I find my undoing,void of being soughtin the chaos of living;that you have chosen meand allowed me to beall that I am not,and carried me past the edgeof all I thought I wasmakes me yours. And I am yours,as I am,surrenderedto youin your embrace,and the angerof your love,and the mercyof your wrath.

Unbecoming

I witness my own unmaking through eyes that have seen the Abyss; the Void, eternal in its nothingness, has claimed another vessel, and in becoming what I am Not I have found what I Am.

Eclipse

On the other side of lightI find what I cannot see,I am what I am not,and there is only what is leftof a shadow eclipsed by firein the void of inspiration.

Sandalwood (revised)

airand earthsweetand coolbreath draws meinto a memory: ...timesuspended... a world forgottenin an embraceof beingthat only lovers know;decadencein simplicityand the perfectionof a moment sharedand the remembranceof her skin ...and moments pass... ambient gravityholds me adrifton a lazy breeze A revision of an earlier posted poem.