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

Beneath a sky of dull stars
the villages of the plain...

I awoke this day
following restless slumbers...

I stand now cold on the World's stage
facing this great sky of lights...

Swift (Haiku)
Spearing down the wind...

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

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

The thorn studded branches bleed
Gleaming in the smear of cold Moonlight...

I heard a bell ring long and loud
Echoes down the ages...

I once loved
I gave it shape in my mind...

Here we stand you and I
The bond of years around us...

You have all been born crying
to a high and narrow Virgin road...