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I

Warmth of finest grain pressing,
Somehow soft and tender. though,
How easily these fragments could cut -
And how a loving embrace could turn foul,
Should only all love be removed, all hope,
A desolate creature might turn to desperate measure.

Let the eyes that behold always mirror,
Allow the gaze to hold forever in haunted visions.
Eyes so clouded, and fathomless, seeking desperately.
Yearning for anything to have, but lacking vision's age.
Unable to act upon the longing, only gaze upon the scene-
All the things to come in time, never
All the things to come with strength, never
The core of all things, as of yet unseen.

What strength might be requisite?
To allow the stones to finally brace true,
To stop the hammering weight. Sheer power-
Ferocious assault by that which has naught else,
It cries, and roars, and breaks
Tearing itself apart in attempt to destroy another.

But the sea is strong, and it is ancient by cause,
It is vast, and its armies hold more men than could
Be placed at all the Earth, so it can afford-
Its terrible practice, to destroy itself with each crash
Leaving its remains to sink there, and work back home
Only to be loose again in time.

For all its power, it is not rigid,
The sea flows, and is changing.
Eternal, immortal is the sea
Even by its own hands, constantly working
It can never die, for the dead return-
Ever faster than they may be removed.

A timid flame clings to life, fearful-
Even so removed from the torrential wave
But the warmth's kiss from fledgling flame,
It is sufficient for me sitting there,
And warms my cheeks. Envelopes me,
Bestowing this small gift happily.

Warm orbs begin to shift from flowing lines,
Hard to distinguish the sea's end, and its beginning
The sky as taint as those waters below,
Ebon, much the same at either point, yet-
The sky holds so much horror further in menace,
Promised if not yet delivered. Laden with ever more,
Ever more of those seas, read to fall.

Enough to extinguish my fledgling fire,
Exterminate my warmth and comfort in moments,
And soon surely claim me into the sea.
Amazing there is even this bit of land.
Anywhere at all to hide- So much destroyed.

Is it evil? Is destruction the goal?
Must all else before it sink, be
Consumed by the nothingness nearest it?
Is it only self-destructive? Foolish?
Must it battle endlessly, just-
To wear itself into oblivion?

It hardly matters as the waves endlessly crash.
The monstrous roar of its assault never quiets.
With an inhuman voice, requisite no breath-
The cries echo forever through the night.
All its force upon the broken Sand,
Gradually dragging away more and more-
Requisitioning Her men swifter than they emerge.

Like so many men tempter by "Righteous Power"-
Forever sacrificing Legion upon Legion of men.
Killings, sacrificing more in blood to have the foe slain,
More than the foe himself actually is at all.
Yet the army never dwindles, the battle never exhausts,
And eons within very precious little ground-
Almost nothing gained in fruitless, ageless, tireless war.
Screaming men die in the roar of the aftermath.

The rain lets loose, so may bullets into the fray,
My flame, the fledgling behemoth comes to an abrupt end,
Wisps rising, and when only paint-oil charcoal remains,
Leaves but a few smoke rings in the dark,
The ghosts quickly halted in the spiteful weather.

Is it really hate? Is it at all?
Surely all falls to the assault sooner or later.
Nothing escapes its onslaught, nothing spared.
Nothing? Then how is it a labor of hate?
Can it truly hate everything enough for this,
These things it does without rumor? These crimes-
Has it ever blinked?- Then it is not truly. . . .
Heartless, immune to all sights that night,
Even from the cruelest illicit some pity?

This bane, the semblance of all-
Herein I placed my trust and life, my safety,
My comfort, and all of me besides- trapped here.
Left only to witness each night, the dance. Hear
The roar deafening my ears, fuddling my mind.
It did not begin thus, now I long for release!

To know it for all one's life, this Agony!
Yet allowed it to act upon itself over and again?
Never more! Never more! Never more!
So to flight let me take! No solace remains,
And even warmth be totally removed of this place-
My palms take to fists, crushing Sand and Sea,
And turn to the Wood so temptingly near,
The green and ebon, what had not shown horrors forever,
To find a new life, if only repetitive circumstance.

II

Luminous strands spreading, spun of silk silver
That pour through the leaves delightfully,
Split and paired by those blades.
A new stream, this so easily crossed,
Spreading with wild joy over emeralds about
Engulfing everything in magnificent play.

To swim in this heavenly sea,
Was this truly only just apart from me?
The heady perfume of moon lilies and clove,
Almost visible as they dance on tender breeze
Speeding over all and the world, and
So sweetly drowning~
So new, so intense, magnificent this truly.

Steps taken as lightly as the heart
What rests in my breast easily, bursting
For all the beauties new to mine eyes
And all that finally is giver a fol
So now he be a thousand times thus
Dancing all through the night in glee.

Finally, to settle in cave fairly dry,
A new flame birthed on true hearth
Amidst the sweet scent of yearling moss
The Luminous Russula a glowing ward
All the comforts desirable present, down-
To the most succulent fruits passing stained lips,
Readying endurance, fortifying, and last gifting sleep.

Peace, Peace is a grand thing
But peace even after a nightmare-
Loses its charm some day, and I turn
The search almost criminal, more than cloves?
More than lounging with pipe and food and drink-
Nothing to strive for, so what could be missing?

The wood is kind, and allows without a struggle
She shines gently upon me, and leaves shelter
While very roots reach, flexible tendrils from his path.
Melodious trickling, loving and peaceful stream.

Darts flit about beneath silvered glass
Bubbles rising as in mercury pools
Even most beautiful things may tempt death-
But this seems calm, and echoes true,
Deepest guide into the wood, and what
Secrets to which it may claim.

Oh, may it be silence that greats initially
But hear the melody of running stream
Whispers of the wood, of ancient oak and pine
A distant cry at the blue-chord moon
While the Evensong rings true upon the air.

The heady perfume of Luna and Clove-
Fairy-flight leading onward to delightful
Tanzen Pixies, Lyla's daughters, a new stream
Drawing in from the outskirts to the heart
The most loving core of the wood.

At such instruction, light steps fall
All carefulness abandoned to rush, hastening
Through exploration, gluttonous senses devouring
Nothing within the awe and future love-
Inspiration age will allow harvesting of this
Magical, it seems, memory of ecstasy.

'Till stone steps upon crystalline lake
Take hold sharp, imagination and guide
By heartstrings lead onward toward center
Over song held path, guided to the pillar-
Where cascaded falls set a core apart.

A cell, a cage of protection, hiding-
Something glorious if judged by this place
What breathes behind its wall?
The urge building too strong, heart pounding-
Pushes through the moondrop curtain, of course,
To see what sight lies in wait and know-
For what have I awaited all years gone by?

Therein she waits, again in center of her home.
Violet so passionate, and Viridian, as never seen.
Oh, Ebon too gathered in complementary beauty-
Roses gathered about the midnight flower.

As enchantress lieing upon her eternal bed
Water nymph delicately left, as-
Were silk pooled at my feet, no woman,
Oh, for such beauty tempts so dear!
Perhaps more then, than a nymph's power holds-
The siren's song echoing in the water flowing,
The Dryad's giggling laughter behind the song ringing,
All at once reality to dream does sink.

III

How in mind to face this wonder
Could ever a mind hold any stronger,
Standing in a presence so commanding-
Hearkening the sounds of waking.

Gentle turning, tremulous flesh lay,
To see raven tress bedded to emeralds
Evermost tender caress, - So mesmerizing
Hours, it seems, pass. Or days, it may appear,
Still, no detriment has occurred, by time her
Painted veils lift slowly, an 'neath glow-
Most tempting gems of amber dark.

As breathing grows difficult steadily
A once frigid soul begin to thaw and glow.
While the heart in this battered breast pumps
A slow stubborn march, though excitement lingers.

A longing for so long unknown building-
To reach out and snatch up forever that beauty.
Simply gazing up at me as I do you
Taking careful measures with ne'er a word.

AS I turn away in shame, reality finally hits
Rather this is a dream, or my madness unbound.

A heart unleashed flit about me
Let, then, be a dream if it will
Only keep me here in this haven, Rasphody-
Your cool fingers wrapping around mine
Trapped together in infectious languidness.

Knowing all the time imaginable lay before,
All attentions may be paid, the Dryad Nymph mine.

Marked above all other wonders surely,
My eyes pierce the shell these moments,
A core withing too sweet to resist- A body
Taken by greedy gaze to a gluttonous hunger
Probing carefully at each point to be seen

An all together unique soul, unparalleled,
Though not unmarked by the flames-
An attraction irresistible that in of itself,
Still, quality begs further notice to be taken,
So as to mark explicitly what enamors
So completely, and threatens to fully consume.

Those fingers entwined with my own,
The flesh is firm and taught,
Yet yields to my touch,
As so can be that within.

Words practiced and finely honed, tempered down,
Strength in your heart you strive, even with this-
Such a subtle little manner, and the world changes.
The trust you've delivered, on whom never deserved-
SO how a word broken, quickly begins to turn.
How quaint, a lifetime of sins begin to shift for one
And too does a tainted word purify, as also
Even rash temper and action gain temperament-
Cruelty shifts to humor.

All those things, changes none other could incite
An inspiration for all its worth-
Salvation, regretted as is the need, but loved
Gratitude emanating from all that I am.

The Angel that saved me, that alone
Would make you my greatest love.
Oh, but you had so much more to use,
And so to claim me over more your own.

For all the word ever spoken, yours sounds so true
A ringing, delightful in my souls to feel the tune
For all that had been, your words had been true.

Those lips part for no words now, in this-
This fantasia glade, under waterfall moonlight.
No, as they pass sweetly to mine I find
It is for beckoning that they parted, SO I am drawn.

A moment eternal to remind surely.
Regardless any seeming manner you or I hold,
I clasp tightly as you too bind as were paradise,
Mesmerized, and pinned by our hearts together pulsing.

Yet a thousand years seem
This first moment glowing in deepest dark
An embrace endlessly loving, eternally endearing.

Fingers through your yet raven tress
Petting gentle and easy flowing,
AS so many ebon nights have wrapped
Only for us to soon emerge
Unerred, unsunken, and hardly considered harmed.

Thence down the quivering flesh,
A pule holding, but threatening to loose.
Lie in wait, as lips claim your neck,
Almost a cruelty while my touch continues on
An exploration beginning to laden your breath.
The trail so similarly plain.
Strokes balanced in most careful manner
Much like the words lovingly lavished, as
"I love you's spoken though uncontrolled mewls.

Then, as for any in night
These loving caresses begin-
A deliberate and intricate dance downward
Each endeavoring to mark the other's sensitivities.

Sensuous entanglement delights quickly
Oh, how though, your sighs do entrance!
Thought quickly flitting away, my word
So very long ago forgotten, it seems,
But my hands respond yet, and my fingers
Never fail in these ministrations-
So surely a courtesy of your presence.

And pointedly forthwith,
Tendernesses not politely spoken,
And lovings of sorts, too passionate
For proper speakings - luckily -
Of our passions locked in the night,
My final word is that they remain in the night.

IV

Yet should I say I love you
Now should I say I love you
Here shall I admit I love you-
For all you, and all you- are. . . .

A quickly cheering voice waiting for me
Every night dear, when I'm home love
Tender love and care, played so nice dear-
Oh I must admit that ever night love, I fall more so
When you say my name I cannot help but
To feel it more so, every night so-

When a tear comes to my eyes
No surprise, you wipe it away love
Quick as that love, gone in a tick dear,
Never let me fear no-Tears will consume
Not while you're around dove, no love
Not while you're around.

Should I feel the stab of jealousy love
Say "thank you please hun, very kind love"
Never seem to fear I don't trust you
Know I like to, and surely have to say
Likely to- Still the fact remains
When I feel the stab of jealousy love
You come to me love, never let me fear-
Can't be stolen, belong with me love,
"You will see hun, just you see love".

Then it comes the time
"Baby go to bed now, time for sleep now
Morning's not far to come"-
Though I'd like to, just to please you
Never ever can enough seem enough,
Couldn't say then, what that was though
Enough just won't seem to come-
When you're here that's all I know
Please stay with me
Till eternity come

Though course you can't dear,
Not without a break love,
And definitely need to have some sleep-
Though you'd like not, and I like so
You could stay with me, here in my arms.

And when I dream love, its of you dear
Driving back the old nightmares,
Surest thing love, that was you dear,
Cure besting any fantasy found elsewhere,
Though sometimes it's sure, I would rather
Oh, I'd rather have you here in my arms-

What I'm tryin' to say dear, Oh I love you
Yes I love you, for every little thing that you do-
Every little thing that you are- Long as you're here