Days of Wine and Chocolate
Shall we not name the rose But instead eat of it A cacao bean far traveled From the breast of the Maya Refreshed in the depths of Atitlán Food for the Gods In the shade of zapote A sacred pod Its beating heart And a grape pressed between Sunset horizons Crimson flowing Sanguine streams Beneath feet dancing Mellifluous syrup Into your hand A smoke-filled crystal Mine caressing a lion’s mane LiNdA
Read MoreCathédrale
Sainte-Chapelle de Paris Trembles the string A straining note Depth sustain Birth from rebirth Drowning streams To nadir dripping Miasmic sweetness Effluvium turns to Blood-filled blossom Pulsating sonance Oscillatory allusion of Librate emergence Gametes prone to Zygote calyx in Fertile womb The cathedral tower In glory rising Now shadow casting Rose in triptych Shimmering gleams Through stained dominion LiNdA...
Read MoreA Blustery Night
In serene stillness With candles aflame Two voices joined By the breath of the Wind Gentle gusts scuttle An oblivious leaf Over naked ground To the juniper’s roots Quiet words quelled When ardent flames flicker A tempestuous cadence Tinged with urgent growls Two pairs of ears Strain to hear The anguished silence On reticent lips And comes the shriek A great howl unleashed Rips the souls of trees From trembling limbs Two hearts throbbing As the piercing blast Rattles shivering walls And two mouths cry out...
Read MoreA.C. en Algérie
Dedicated to A. Camus A Winter’s night Chilled skin Starlit eyes The song of the sea Floats on our ears From the kingdom of sand ‘Neath the salt bite Crust Of forgotten days The memory Of the Man And his Woman Awakens the heart Frees the soul Ignites the flame We shall pay homage To his words Of life LiNdA
Read MoreThe Death of Jonas Skat
Time is here Time is there It is of the Essence Lay down the plume mid-sentence Drop the beat mid-measure It is Time Our words will live on Our song forever sung It is Time Passions embrace A celebration of Life It is Time Hushed voices murmur Sweet notes of Love It is Time Sleep creeps softly To temper the Soul It is Time Now arise from the bed Return to the plough It is Time Jonas Skat sits in his tree Watching the play It is Time He acts not this Night For Death fells the oak It is Time LiNdA ...
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