into the dialectic

wise sand dune primrose bud
flowers innocent of this fools search,
speaks of youth and
eternal light

this
does not age or fade, it
just keeps moving through

like star songs resonant
beyond the Earth
Vega in the Lyre,
we remain ancient
and always new

what they say about age
is gravity’s conspiracy
there are no straight lines
in time

we dance
in lilting spheres
of luminescence looking
for shadows in the dunes
yet all the while the light comes from within
the incandescent whole

the wonder is
that we’re here on Earth at all.

Would a thorny rose,
bitter sweet
As love lies bleeding
at her feet
Proffered in ecstasy of
loves desire

Fade away

in

vain ?

Percussive rain, drives hard and fast
Against the cold, window glass,
As hostile winds, howl through
The deserted buildings, at Lakeview.
So desolate, this place, in the night
Bearing under winter’s blight

And through the day, such animation
As Ilka and Karina, in confrontation.
Conflict of ego in angry conceit…
Oh, a peaceable place this would be,
Though tortured by so much fury

Sweet tempered souls, Impassioned animal spirit,
Oh, wild winter,
Where is your love hiding?

[My 1st poem. San Pedro de Alcantara, Spain.]

Peace pervades the clear evening air
As moonlight shadows lucidate there
Dark silhouettes of the trees new form
And faint stars call the night newborn

Sitting now, to meditate on, this
Tranquil scene of peace beyond…
my mind all the while perfused
By the …c a l m …fragrant breeze
Suffused of lavender, myrtle
And redolent resin, of the pine trees

And over yonder, distant woods report
The resounding sound of antlers retort

The last bird’s song

Echoes, through the night

The haunting sound

Of paradise respite