Butterfly Woman

With Butterfly Wings
    she dances
        on the breeze
Of her own fancies

In feather brush-strokes
    she creates
         soul windows
out of rainbow paint

Deep in her mind's eye
    she writes
          love songs
out of sun and moon light

The Butterfly Woman
    she sings
         secret songs
from Life's beginning

The Song of Us

Enwrapt in the darkling quietude
    Sit by my side...and let the world slip
And you and I alone
    in our togetherness
Breathe our thoughts as one.

Come to me without touching
   in the still silence of our souls
And leave 'you' and 'I' by
   as, finally limitless,
We sing the song of 'Us'
   

Modern Jester.

The madcap Jester
   in bathrobe motley
Bleats his horn
    in the jungle
        of our subconscious

With his shield of Humor
    he wields words
like weapons
    piercing the armor
of our preconceptions

He hunts the hunters
    and from his throat
bellows the defiance
    for the silent deer

Enter the Wall-World
    of his dreams
at your own risk
   prepared to be provoked

Through song he sings
    harsh truths
(This romantic poet)
and relishes the duel
   with Thinking minds

Come thought-bare...
    and prepare to leave
envelop'd in nettle barbs
     of prickly wit.

Tightrope of Life

I never wanted to walk the line
Between the damned and the divine

But now I strive to sit and wait
Upon the razor-edge of fate

Dreams and Fancy, Truth and Lies
The masquerade behind my eyes

Holding balance, staying free
Twixt what has been...and what will be.

The Puppet

Pretty little Doll

Once she danced
    to the beat
of her own drummer

Now

She ties the strings
    around her limbs
and dances to the beat
     of another.

In the Earth Garden a Goddess Sleeps

In a forgotten forest
    in a mossy glen
A Goddess lies
            Sleeping

Her fern-crowned head
    nestled in the bosom
of the Earth

She dreams us whole
    and dreaming;
Wakes the sleeper
      in our soul.