I Will Be Your Angel This Evening

 

Across the oceans

The call went

Through the clouds

A voice came

 

One bridge made

Rainbow hued

Traveler

Seeking one

 

Meeting one

In disguise

La Bella

Sans Merci

 

Who protects

Love, turning

Overtures

Away, cruel

 

Love can be

When pain wrapped

Beloved

Insulates

  

Lay Past, Begin Anew

 

Let me lay my head

And wet your knee

With tears withheld

Long past agony.

 

A deep fear that

Patterns repeat

And deny trust

So true once more.

 

A second-chance wish

Became reality unexpected

And caught between past and present

A child’s heart beats in pain.

 

Lost and without control

The child hides where

Never again those too dear

Can be allowed so near.

 

Let the child lay

Head upon your knee

And cry her tears

And release her agony.

 

The child past cannot be changed

The present offers only comfort

The future promises healing

If she could believe in trust once more.

 

To change the pattern

That seemed to offer

Safe haven, calm seas

Her heart she must risk.

 

The woman for years lived

On the fringe of love

Awaiting the ending

Even in the beginning.

 

Safety in what was known-

That all can be lost,

Taken away, removed-

She never reckoned the cost.

 

The woman lays her head

Upon your knee,

Crying tears of rue

And bittersweet agony.

 

The pain is hers

And gave birth her shame-

That in evading pain,

To pain she led herself and others.

 

She blames not the child-

The child only ran from pain;

She blames the woman

Too blind to see the time of healing.

 

Let her lay with head on your knee;

Let her cry her catharsis;

Let her find that trust is worth

The pain of loss, the heart of one so true.

 

Ash Maire 

Liars and Other Dreamers

Tell good stories

Fictions we want to believe

Especially at the end of the day

 

At the end of the day

The dark of the moon

Cannot be held at bay

We need the tales

Weaving a blanket

Against the lonely cold

 

Lovers and other dreamers

Feed our souls

Stories we need to hear

At the end of the day

 

At the end of the day

When the fires are built high

Flames reach to touch

Flesh insulated

By banal blanket

Leaving the cold outside

 

Lovers and Liars

Dreamers all

Illusions to keep

Good company

 

ash maire 1999 

My fortune’s been told;

Tomorrow is today.

My dreams were sold

To finance another’s way.

Deathwatch- do you hear?

Past the last crossroad

My days did steer

Into nights ala mode.

Deathwatch- do you see?

My heart was squandered,

Given away too free

as my eye wandered.

Deathwatch- do you know?

My future to behold;

Today is tomorrow

Only the past held gold.

 

Ash Maire 

In memory of Randy Corbitt

Hands shape space and air

Metal wood fabric paint light

His life is his art 

The Phoenix Went Questing

 Master Korwyn Marius Velis Ariannaid

 

The Phoenix went questing on a desert day

His aspiration the crown of Caid to gain

First a maze of martial arts to master

Fall twice and he’d lose the treasure

 

Fa la fa la what a lovely way

To live the dream called Caid- O!

Fa la la fa la la on such a lovely day

To win the crown of Caid- O!

 

He began with a knot of wheels and circles

A tricksy bit of a tangle to untwist

But a winning unweaving finished that fray

And the Phoenix prevailed and continued on his way

 

Next, a bee buzzed to befuddle

The Phoenix plain and proper

A flounce of fiery wings

Brought sweet sugar of success

 

Fa la fa la what a lovely way

To fight for the dream called Caid- O!

Fa la la fa la la on such a lovely day

To win the crown of Caid- O!

 

Then a beast of malevolent myth

Barred the way with a hammer of war

Leathery-winged lion flew away

The conquest of the Phoenix in his claws

 

The phoenix rose only to face

A sinister boar conveying challenge

Talon to tusk, feathers a bristled

One last blow and his quest was done

 

Fa la fa la the Phoenix in defeat

Lives again by the magic of Caid-O!

Fa la la fa la la from the ashes anew

He rises in service to the dream of Caid-O!

  

Memorial Day

 

Too much a child; too early come a man,

Set to a man’s duty in no mans’ land.

Second-hand memories of a baby never seen

Shared with mates while cleaning the instrument

A preserver of life; a bringer of death

Man and machine equals in a serrated fight

His dreaming is his own property,

Of a woman a mother but not yet wife

Of a mother and a father praying for his life

Of brothers and sisters far from this strife

Homecoming promised and gone three times

A tour of duty becomes occupation

Only a slender thread weaving to embrace

Bringing visions of a child walking

The babbling brook of a son talking

A lifeline of phantoms leading out of Hell’s space

And when that day came, it came so fast

He spent the time flying upon recollections of the past

He could see the food laid out

His family laughing and talking to music in the back

His son held up to give him a kiss amid his play

His heart, his soul, his wife

Touching him at the end of the day

It all ended with a bang

The happiest day of a man’s life

With a stone as pillow he laid down on the hill

He was home; no more dreaming to fulfill.

ash maire May 27, 2007 

Air Song Star Home

 

Air as sweetly liquid as tupelo mead

Air carrying soul’s music half-remembered

Air scented like honeyed potpourri of home

 

A song arising deep within a grand funk

A song sailing over the seven bridges

A song to get me closer yet to my home

 

A star lustrous set within the Southern Cross

A star shining my way like a compass rose

A star to sail like an eagle for my home

 

Alais de saint germain

April 27, 2007