I will perhaps...dream of Plains
where eagle's wing cleaves high thermals...

In my mind I see
drifting in life's purged recollections...

Creation's whims dance
and fall as they may...

Swift (Haiku)
Spearing down the wind...

I awoke this day
following restless slumbers...

In a far dark desert Roses bloom
carved from a brittle sand...

If you had known where this road would lead
Would you have stepped beyond your door...

High in Towers dark
where Orb and wand weave...

There were two crescent Moons hanging
caught in the shadow of Venetian eyes...

I hold a crown floating
in shadow of dark longing...

Was it you I saw
Holding to your heart...

The time and place I can't remember
Was it June or late September...