Lines & Images From The Lighthouse

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Within




Within
Avowed before the fragrant vales
Heaven and earth aligned
The lowly mist caresses the dew
The morning shades, their sun to find.

Life inhales its music score
The only apt description
To gaze upon the world anew
Natures hemline lifting.

But all is half if one’s alone
The fullness of its splendour
Is in a brace, to embrace
The ecstasy to render.

I stay the hand, the wandering bard
The prose for her protecting
A gentle touch, a whispered truth
The dawn, the dusk, dejection.

Friday, December 2, 2011

A Candle Meekly



A Candle Meekly

Romantic light, romantic sight
Slow and dancing, poetic bright
Perched upon the polished grain
A noble flicker to darkness drain

Progeny of a bygone time
When quill and word reigned sublime
Miss Austen knew its waltzing hue
Would gladly beat the hearts to woo

Oh noble flame, converse with me
Let my mind and heart agree
That passion’s writ will flow and ebb
As in a brambled, glittering web

Thursday, December 1, 2011

As In A Braid Unwoven




As In A Braid Unwoven

Would that I could wake
From the wine weary dreams
And see afresh the rationale
Of purpose over heart.

I have climbed mountains.
Summitless peaks, dawnless,
Duskless, forever in furtive light.
Disposed to the focussed soul.

And basked in the view,
The conquered vista
Life lived, without emotion
Bar the fugitive in my heart.

For there lies the emotion
Of heart and purpose married
Silent amidst the peaks and vales
And forever out of reach.

Friday, November 4, 2011

The Birth Of A Waterfall

The Birth Of A Waterfall

The river drew breath

At the precipice near

Behind it the mountains

Before it the sheer.


No longer a flow

But not yet a fall

In between purpose

Outside of its call.


The overture sings

Release and rebirth

Conceived between heaven

And pregnant earth.


The cascade sings

Exalted and free

The nameless name

Removed from decree.


The shortest while

The purest form

Adorns her vision

The recurring norm.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Fantasia

Fantasia

Would that I were

A thought adrift

In a wave torn ocean

Harboured

By a fleeting memory


Even a glance

In a lonely muse

Would dawn a day

For if I am there

Then I am