Goodbye Lass

The falling notes rose,
My spirits,
A jig of Irish tunes,
Danced
And I walked on down the road.
I told my lass
That I must leave…

Matala by Night

Chocolate

bare moon
death storm
summer delicate
sweet tongue
chanting
lazy
moment

Delve into that dream

Delve into that dream. Whatever it is you dream of… it need not fade.

King of Kings

Here are the rocks
that jut from the ocean
in the second movement
of King of Kings

Atlantis Revisited

The black sands of Perissa 
spoke today
as my feet slowly sank 
in the sand,
each receding wave 
sliding back under the next…

Ballad of the Winds of Silence

A voice rose to greet me in the forest
as if it came from nowhere
It seemed to surround me
pervading…

Sight Unseen

I danced a ballet in Matala
as I watched the mountains grow.
Waves crashed upon the rocks
in rhythm of wind power
and I dove their…

Epitaph epiphany

What inspired this poem was twofold: a wander through the woods near Killarney Lake where I discovered the gravestone referenced in the poem and the untimely death of a dear friend.

Twists & Turns

Twists & turns
the road of life is 
rife with wrong ways, 
bad days, hinderance 
& hurdle, 
on the way 
to what?

Autumn Vows

Innocence

Capture the winds of innocence
shades on the moon 
glowing soft in the distance