Iudex

Softening the edges
Cut the overhanging hedges
And I see a scene I might have overlooked

Hanging on the phrases
With my fingers on the pages
Like I’ve found what could become my favorite book

Fighting trepidation
Battling my hesitation
And my eyes, they simply crave another look

Trying not to falter
At the candle of your altar
But I struggle and I know not what to do

So, I try conveying
What I’m so afraid of saying
When I look into your eyes of vivid blue

Trying all the while
To resist your glowing smile
Or to take the leap and hope you take it too

Deirdre

She stares with eyes she carved of river stones and waterfalls
Where veils of snow were made a crown
Upon her visage, looking down
And nebulas she wore about her shoulders like a shawl

Within her simple palace made of slumber, so serene
Where nightingales and idols drawn
Of sonnets sang their tidal songs
And north, her eyes, and south her heart, and shadows swam between

She carried on her shoulder pale a mark of sullen reign
With silver thread upon her wrist
Beneath a gown of autumn mist
But, ‘lo, upon a spirit frail she wore a heavy chain

Beyond the colored panes of glass where lights had never shone
Where sweetened lips and jagged teeth
Devoured heavens underneath
Her hair a waterfall, her eyes she carved of river stone

Grail

Where the mountains loom and yet I’ve never met their crest
While the amulet you gave me rests upon my chest
And my fingers bloodied, still, I carry on for lest
I continue on, I fear I’ll perish in my rest

Where the door was closing, and yet partial open left
Did I wonder which of us the thief, and what the theft
Never feeling certain which of us the more bereft
So in answers searching, did I chance to bridge the cleft

Where the meadows open, far away from secrets kept
Here beyond the tide of you that slowly I was swept
Underneath the fury of fatigue, for never slept
Yearning for you so that by your echo have I wept

Where the snow is falling and the ice has long impressed
Torpor in my travel whereby failure I’m carressed
Trudging ever onward, you the grail and so the quest
As Lancelot whose love for Guinevere was so confessed

 

Portrait

I tried to paint a picture of your face
Looking at a portrait
That you gave me long ago
It’s the one I couldn’t forfeit
Never could I let it go
It just seemed far too important
Though I never let it show
But in time, your perfect features were erased

And now I’m looking at this drying paint
Staring at the person
On the canvas that I made
Feeling terribly uncertain
Did I accidentally trade
Your perfection for a version
Now imperfectly displayed
Like an angel relegated down to quaint?

I analyze the colors critically
Were your eyes sapphire
Or a gentle morning sky
Were they vivid, soft, or tired?
Were they bold or were they shy?
Did they hold a holy fire
Or the reason lovers die?
Were they truer, deeper, bluer than the sea?

And what about your kindness and your grace?
The glow of your complexion
And the color of your lips
Every newly made correction
Takes you farther from my grip
Every stroke the wrong direction
Yet I cannot seem to quit
Because the picture that was you I can’t replace

Miss

I miss you in more ways
Then there are words,
Than there are days,
Then there are verses
Proses, plays,
Than there are versions of the phrase

I miss you like a dream
And like a kiss
And like a stream
And like a wish
And like the beams
Of lunar light, or morning gleams

I miss you more than air
When in a noose
More than I dare
And more than youth
It isn’t fair
I miss you more than I can bare

Because I miss you wholly, deeply
Truly, solemnly, and sweetly
And I miss you painfully
I miss you loudly, softly, meekly
And I miss you every second
Every minute, daily, weekly
Monthly, yearly…
Terribly…
I miss you sadly, strongly, dearly
And I miss you so profoundly
That my heart, it beats your name
I miss you more than any poem penned could possibly explain

Will

The words I write
Both red and blue
The words of light
Or just respite
They were, they are, for you

The songs I sing
Or never dared
The ones that sting
Because I cling
To ones, with you, I shared

The colors, I
The shades of gray
The question why
I can’t deny
For whom I choose to stay

The promise kept
And harder still
For though I wept
My heart, it leapt
For you…it ever will

Pledge

You wrote with ink of gossamer
And spoke with words of bliss
You were a field of blossoms, you’re
The halo of the sun that parts the mist

Your aura glowed in summer tones
And sounded like the rain
You were the tears when one atones
The comfort of a song in new refrain

Your touch was borne of porcelain
And smile warm as spring
You were the world divorced of sin
The only chorus angels knew to sing

You looked with eyes of innocence
With thoughts as deep as tides
I hold secure to recompense
And pledge a heart to use as you decide