Scarcely there

Scarcely there. Just the hint of a limb, of a solid frame stately, serene a sentinel stood, a wisp of an idea an ideal lost in time. Not quite in view and yet still an inimitable Presence yearning skyward Like arms outstretched, pleading lengths. The frame Changes. In the shadows lurk tendrils of light in a fading dance of dominion.

Souls at rest

Moonlight bounce off the church slate roof From whence the chosen prey Saving souls for the risen lord In the sunny light of day.

Souls at rest under eerie earth Who burns and who’s at peace? Venus watches as the worms chow down Dust to dust beneath our feet.

Starlight shining on the memory stones Loves long lost from view Wait to greet you when you pass? There’s darkness under yew.

What is real?

I see, what I see, but. It does not add up. A sensory mix of up and down, Light, shade and dark. An arc. A horizon reflections of sky and the feeling that something is winking an eye, Yet. Looks do appeal Though I’m not sure that what I am seeing is real