Belief

I have not seen the light.

It burns

Me but I know

it is around Me

and I cannot feel it

on my skin this fire

Dances without Desire

Dies without Devotion

and wallows in its ashes

for a man

without Faith

knows neither Hope

nor Fear

but the binds of

Mortality does not lift

and excitement fades

with Life, failing

to elicit the possibility

of what may lie

beyond the stars

of time-locked

Existence.

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A Night among the Mountains

This is a poem dedicated to the city of Denver. I wrote it as we were winding our way through the mountains one night, gradually descending on the city from the trails above. It made for a lovely sight, this city cradled in the mountains, shining like a sea of lights. Behind it, all the mountains were darkness, black forms rising up to kiss the gathering clouds. It left an impression. Sadly, I have no picture accompaniment for this one, but I hope the poem suffices:

Silhouettes in the distance

Hold them in their shadow,

This City of Lights

Winding through the paths

Beneath the mountains they shade.

Summer Rising

With the daylight break

My heart is near to burst;

In Summer’s glow immersed,

Winter’s madness in my wake.

Mist gathers at my feet,

In swirling, hazy disregard;

But though it batters at my guard

The bird-song forces discrete retreat.

Reborn,

I greet an earth unfurled;

Not a cloud in all the world

To mar the spirits of my morn.

Just let go

“Just let go,”

I heard the dead man say–

all fire and steel,

this medieval madness in my veins.

Touch the Fire,

watch it burn–

my flourish of steel

can ward the Dragons,

but this feathered sword is nothing to the light.

I could write you off,

but never Time–

ensconced in the moment

I wear it like a shield

to burn the fires out around me.

Still through the swirling smoke–

the fires die,

but the scorches linger.

The black marks on my skin

refuse to go–

I Breathe but I cannot Release

and I am Bound

Forever by the Deed.