Tuesday, September 4, 2007


Deep within the forests
Atop the mountain peaks
There's blue and green aplenty
But less of other hues

Crimson burns the brightest
Of the rarer shades
It quickens in the sunset
And marks the death of leaves

For crimson's fleeting beauty
Foretells beauty's end.

The Ferryman

The tunnel sharp descends to light-
Charon's gloomy calm abates
Bring the boat, boys! There's work tonight!
A load or two from a firefight!
War-slain, ho! Your ship awaits!
Just a copper, if you please-
For passage 'cross these dire straits
To bear you to the final gates
Charon's laughter turns to pleas-
It's not so bad in Hell, you know;
I'd gladly trade and take my ease
And leave others to ply the seas.


I am the land
-the land of ten thousand years
-the land between the rivers

I become a part of you
-and you of me
-you eat me
-you drink me in

I will cling to some of you
-eat them
-drink them in
-exhale them clean again
Across my rivers

I am theirs as they are mine
I am after they are gone
I am the land


Like a shimmer in the desert sun
That twists and weaves before the wind
And passes, once the day is done
I can not touch
I do not watch
All I do will turn to sand
The work I've done will meet its end
And blow like vapor 'cross the land
I am not here
I am Mirage