Hangman

Oh Hangman! Hangman what have I done?

My life before, no evil had I spun,

No wrongs wrought me to this dusty alter.

My last words, I vow, should surely falter.

When neck and noose meet in matrimony,

When I an angel, my feet hovering

I should kiss the angel of death,

And my freedom flutters with the doves.

At the gallows I do stand,

In front of the mourning sun.

Oh Hangman! Hangman!

What have I done?

The Absence of Age

In the absence of age, love is free
The truths of words are the strings of heart
And the heart strings of a harp, you look at me
Together, ageless, forever one part
Sheets on the moonlit summers eve
Your eyes are stars the sky a mirror
Souls intertwined neither able to breathe
Always pulled apart wishing to be nearer
I the moon you the sun, the earth our love
Because you burn bright a true goddess
And i'm only there because your above
I sit under, loving none the less
You are a morning dove, and I the night
We can never be even though its right

Phoenix

A man is dead
red ash and white flames fall
Out of the cinder comes a cry
a dead man brings new life's call
the head of a small bird pokes through the dust
eyes blind and memory blank
He shakes to find he is out of the ashey womb
A hiccup of flame, and a flutter of undeveloped wings
in the dead man's tomb