Luna Sinisti

Way up high in the black night sky

watching down on us

Stirring our internal tides

she makes the currents rough

It evokes the lover, the killer

the objects of their lust

Her haunting glow is all we know

but she certainly knows us

Like you and I, she has two sides,

one always hidden & dark

Right through the night, the bats do fly

they feel her in their hearts

No matter where on earth or what the time…

no matter who you are

In the black night sky the Moon presides

over all of us

What are you?

Because you’re not what you appear

It’s not that you are distant,

It’s because you’re alive, I fear

Je veux être libre! (a French poem)

Je veux être librement
librement comme les feuilles

soufflant jamais qui manière
tombant où ils peuvent
chantant avec le soleil
riant avec la pluie

aussi librement que les prés
et aussi sauvages que le jet!

Ode to Ossetia

What is that illuminating the night sky in Ossetia?

Were the fireworks not in Beijing?

Dear friend, this is not fireworks

The Georgians are coming.

 

Quickly, get your children,

They have futures, dreams… 

We’ve but memories

Of how things here used to be

 

Tell my wife that I love her

More than Ossetia’s pride

but I must go forth

Lest Ossetia dies

 

The bombs are still falling

the villagers, still running

Where are the Russians?

The Georgians are coming!

 

Take this gun

You trained and recruit?

Good, when they come

Just aim it and shoot 

I recognize those planes

Swooping and gunning

Thank Goodness! At last!

The Russians are coming!

 

Which way to Abkhazia?

The hills are too bare

I’d have taken shelter in Tskhinvali

but nothing’s left there

As our brothers do our bidding

and as our children keep safe

far from this madness

We must make our escape

This way to Abkhazia

said the man on the bus

Ossetia’s in ruins?

May the Georgians be crushed!!

Oh Vasily, Dmitry

…My flowers of joy 

I pray that you’re safe

My brave little boys

When I think of this catastrophe

and our refugees running

I hope that some day the whole world says

“The Russians are coming!”

From the Caverns of the Deep

A Princess weeps from her tower,

the Moon lends the only ear

Dusk arrives and devours

all but a solemn, salty tear

Far off in the valley,

an old man whispers Prayer

He asks of God a pledge to carry

the burden which He bears

Dawn comes, and he scents it

He can sense it in the air

The Darkest Thing, fast coming

they fear to guess from Where

Bitter times upon them

The Lord says to the man

“You would not wish a share of this burden,

that is, these things I’ve planned.”

Eros’ Caprice

Cocooned in wonder and ecstasy at once

under October’s warm evening rain

It’s light… and gentle… as its kiss dances on

eclipsing all else, it swims through the veins

The rain, pouring now, let it pour

Pour down onto the skin, untamed

This mystical moment, burned into eternity

beyond compare, such a thing could never be feigned

Stronger now, it falls, a billion liquid vows

Each beat of the heart quicker than the last

Almost as if to serenade this union, the wind suddenly howls!

Misting this beautiful tempest into the racing heart

Hair matted against faces, brilliant smiling faces

The distant stars pulled from above, sprinkled into the eyes

Taking flight together, to such incredible places

…without further hesitation, worlds entwine

Lightning, the photographer, illuminating the night

No smoke nor mirrors, nature need not ploy

As the wilderness cries and sea’s subside

the rain feels more like tears of joy

Océans de l’amour

A breath of fresh air in our lungs

A zephyr skin can’t reach and touch

A swirling haze, sails our minds away

To this new world, here we come

Stars are falling, and weaving something magical

…a certain magic that we’re breathing

We can cleanse all that taints

In the darkest hour we can be a mortal Saint

Clouds are parting

and showing something mystical

…a certain magic that we’re breathing

Blazing colours, sweeping through

painting all we see and do

The child you shine, warms the heart inside

Your innocence, eternal blue

Rooms are spinning, lovers laughing in the dark

The air, electric, dancing sparks

By Dark Decree [tempest]

Subdued, immured in such dark embrace

this diety, this tourniquet

Devoid of freedom, peace and space

those parodies of yesterday

An apeture remains inside

Within his dreams, within his mind

The torment that could swallow him whole

…an entity he cannot control

What to do? he asks the night

that bruised and swollen Winter sky

Lost within his own four walls,

against himself he’s gone to war

Tomorrow’s hope, pristine and blue

contrasts starkly with this mood

He’ll dance to the thunder, wearing the rain

and all the while, this storm will rage

Ever-Changing Friend

It winds like the breeze on an upset Summer’s day

calling to our wants, to feed us disarray

It’s callous, ironic, never sheds a tear

Love and Hate are twins, to us it would appear

It ignites like a flame, leaping `till its time is done

Some live it by the proverbs, some live it by the gun

It’s the question, the answer

A sweet beginning, a dismal end

This life is but a current, our ever-changing friend

Silencio

Silence…silence, the Master Thief

robbing our logic as it sleeps

Rendering unreasonable what was once not

tearing apart the steady rock

Silence…silence, you invisible guard

tying our hands behind our hearts

I only hope your lot will spare

the will of those whom I hold dear

Silence…silence, how much to take?

It is the law of reason that one day…

that one way, you must break

There Will Be Light

Like a will bequethed to me

seventy years or so too soon,

such nocternal delicacies

silencing an empty room

A chorus of crickets, of tawny owls

serenating the banal dusk

I illustrate myself with vows

however misunderstood by lust

So I take this pen, it’s dying ink

for I’ve no further demons to exorcise

The sailing vessel surely sinks

once its true purpose has expired

So rest assured, my dear sweet friend

the fabric of our souls, though torn

will weave itself a stronger thread

All things that die are soon reborn

Swimming through veins, through heart and mind

energy to be kindred again

One day you shall find in true splendor

that it is me, my Dear Sweet Friend.