East of the Sun

East of the sun,
In an oasis of sunlit dreams,
Of ocean and waves, spray and mist,

South of the moon,
In a cosmos of stellar and moonlight,
Of astral and silver, gleam and glitter,

West of the golden earth,
In lovers bathes,
Streams and gullies, taverns and springs,

North of the artic stars,
In a snowflake of mirrored hearts,
Of flurry and sleet, winter and solstice,

Our love in a castle,
Of silver and gold,
Of sun and shade,
Of heat and cold,
Of rivers and oceans,
Our love runs bold.



Hanging on the crucifix,
Of broken spirit and limbs,
Bellowed the changing winds,
The autumn air fallen,
On the march of winter song,
Of gales and tempest,
Black roots,
Clinging to the earth,

My heart haunted,
In return,
I feel my pain weeping in the undertow,
Blackened by the nights midnight glow,
In gasping breath, I hold,

The crucifix bleeds the sun,
We are all alone,
Darkness to bolt,
To grasp at our throats,
Our hearts a voodoo curse,

In valleys deep,
Of serpents lair,
Of ravens nest,
We seek,

In the shadows,
Under the light of the moon,
Broken echoes,
Pieces of fragmented glass,
A reflection of our soul’s path.

I was inspired to write this poem, after listening to this incredibly beautiful song, by Australian singer/songwriter Emma Louise.

Hope you enjoy it.

Morning Haze

fogWalking across damp terrain,

High heels slip into the earth,

The coarseness of the dirt,

Breaking at the feet,

The sticks and leaves,

The heartfelt tears,

Morning haze,

Concealing the path,

The fog takes its toll,

The direction misplaced,

Wandering absently,

Into the night, through the day,

To find a way,

Across the damp terrain,

To a sunny day.