Two birds

We heard the hoots' becrowing words
foreboding of our steadfast grief;
they fled to dusk - two mourning birds
life's borderlines and false beliefs.

Two birds have passed, in gray and black,
straight arrows fled to vanish yon
our longest trip on the railway track,
bemocking company and gone.

Upon our train have sat the birds,
the passengers won't go to stars
and neither will their versing words,
that rhyme with unforgiven mars.

Unmoved the riders in the cars,
suspended is the pilot's gaze,
the rails become two iron bars,
and death's advancing mauve bouquets.

The heads advert the engine's chug
like dancing poppies in the breeze,
and none among us will debug
why are we Charon's invitees.

Black engine draws upon the rails;
the pilot, coolly, searches fore
subsequent the foggy veils,
our caravan of wagons, wore.

The souls imprisoned trail along
the pilot engine's wordless rites,
and wait through nothingness and wrongs,
the train to reach uncounted heights.

Since Prior Times

Since Prior Times

The sea-waves touch her open palms;
along the shore, the waters bid
when stormy sea henceforth becalms,
and tide engulfs what skies forbid.

When solemn eyes their oaths avow
and roses beckon on their dream,
she reaches out on drifting prow
aboard their trip's perpetual stream.

Cause thoughts, like boats, may drift amiss;
for those who liv'd in former realms,
eternal love's confession is,
the kiss of waves, upon the palms.

And those who loved, forever pledge
inside the mists, since prior times,
and race upon the margins' edge
like riders gone on skyward climbs.

G.V.

Since Prior Times

Since Prior Times

The sea-waves touch her open palms;
along the shore, the waters bid
when stormy sea henceforth becalms,
and tide engulfs what skies forbid.

When solemn eyes their oaths avow
and roses beckon on their dream,
she reaches out on drifting prow
aboard their trip's perpetual stream.

Cause thoughts, like boats, may drift amiss;
for those who liv'd in former realms,
eternal love's confession is,
the kiss of waves, upon the palms.

And those who loved, forever pledge
inside the mists, since prior times,
and race upon the margins' edge
like riders gone on skyward climbs.

G.V.

The Weaving Song

The weaving song

The wireless messages have warned
but waves designed this one escape,
for whom the weaving songs have mourned
embroidering the seas' agape?

Concealed the paths, red spilled wine,
blue ribbons o'er a twilit throne
discolored undulate alone,
seas destined be, ourselves to shrine.

Her chordal assonance I knew,
befallen soul's charisma lost,
how she enthralled my nineteenth ghost,
in orchards of ennobled rue?

(The ribbons beckon neath the stars,
and ocean asks his crossing tolls
the scythes of Northern swanning calls,
conduct our unforgiven mars.)

Beneath the sky, expected groom,
the maiden's married solemn bid,
she weaved my fate on ancient loom,
- I felt the depths' insatiate greed.

Begotten valor, thistle proud,
she threaded her betrothing due,
and o'er the brines, engulfing shroud
the ship encompassed and crew.

G.V.

Purple Thistles

Purple Thistles

The paths ascend on slate and flint,
conceived our waltz, the dancing hall
departing leaf of auburn Fall
a cloudy slope and stone imprint.

The falling rain shall take downstream
two stars' on dome, remote constrain,
and so their waltz shall ascertain
the purple thistles' nightly theme.

G. V.

Winter Maids

The twilight lingers in the sky
as foliage turns to dusky eaves,
in silence spreads befogging high,
a quilt of white, his mind deceives.

Thus sleep enfolds the white surrounds,
this time of dusk that forwards lies,
the aptitude of night abounds,
whate'er has leaned on skylight, dies.

The drizzle drops upon his scripts
as street lights blink their yellow tears,
the winter maids have sealed their lips
to glide on frozen lake frontiers.

Amid the snowflakes laugh and cry
while silent snow forever falls;
so picturesque in dusk and wry
defies in woods his voice and calls.

Unsounded drops in darkness blend,
conceived answers drift and rule,
lighthearted laughs in air extend
inside the snow's betrothing tulle.

G.V.

Gunwale Shades In The Breeze

 Gunwale Shades In The Breeze


The breeze evoked the fading light;
opaque the molecules of air
along the brae addressed the night
returning beasts and men to lair.

The faded song's transmitted strain,
defined on memories to last,
unable phase was to obtain
responses to its quest's recast.

Chrysanthemums that turned to shades,
perfumed the night on minds to nest,
she laughed! (His entity evades
to be the solitude's best guest) .

Bespoken vows abounded met,
inside the breeze, the sea's motif,
upon the maps, trips incomplete
became, a shoreline and a reef.

So solemn was their fete of e'er
- the passing breeze and yearly count
became a memory and fare
to rise upon a rocky mount.

The sea, like mistress, hence, embraced
his soul of nautilus that fled
inside the breeze while stars had graced
the gunwale cold that hurt and bled.

Her wraith induced his soul to free,
invited dancer to the fair,
eternal guest and cedar tree
while void in front absorbed his stare.

G.V.