my dearest
I have little to leave

but it is true
All I own

cries in your
heartache

all feeling
is in you

when they turn
out lights
of today

my soul
will belong
to you


Tonight while
a world
lays in wait

I taste the
furrow
of being great

upon a
throne
I own

I watch
stars
created in heat
pass bye

in anger or sorrow
we pause to take in
difference
of saw

In quest of fever
or palace
it is
wine of time
I taste

in comfort
of wisdom
pause
for smile

in hallo or
carrion
I fall
from a
throne

it is but a
temporal place

We love in knife's
moment
of perfect shallow
space

escape to
ecstasy

this child
seeing
past
word felled
by me

for into
muse
of rhyme
she kisses my
cheek

clears my
mind
just as
time

my heart is once
again
my own

I slip from
throne
into a world of
hate

I taste forever
death's
grape of bitter
shown

I am but a
fool
in pride
again all
alone