Sweet rara avis Allured deception Envied hands reach to thee Having glimpsed of the fair reflections Embrace this comely beast Sweet rara avis Dear treacherous she The mocking image yields no ease Having glimpsed of praise no objection Embrace this comely beast...Learn More

Kiss me asleep on a bed of nails Feel my pain in your dying hands Try to hold back but tears resist In the room that love exists Tie me down with ropes of your hair Sing to me the song of the throat Try to cry out but tears resist In the room that love exists When dust becomes dreams I become quiet When words become seeds I become smaller When...Learn More

Da-nah, La-nah, Ta-nah Da-nah, La-nah, Ta-nah If at evening call the schadows still Then there is Gathering If in silence overwhelming there And as pulling 'gain to thee As in breathing and to dancing To all and laughingly All we these creatures odd and old from our travelings Then to beginnings and as to endings This is our Gathering...Learn More

Slowly sets and times Sunday Heat so near in the shrouded gloom Yields softly awaited burden Dried scattered gentle noon Slow in step, the wooded daydream Breath so dear in the hovering doom All too close, the patterned schadows Suddenly still and towers alone Slowly sets and times Sunday Heat so near in the shrouded gloom Yields softly awaited...Learn More

It is the skin of night that holds my shallow breath Such an illusion that it lulls my inner sight Is it the call of fear that does entice me Or just the moon that pulls me from myself? It is desire that sweeps my hand under a hardened smile And in this moment, I could become complete Is it the slowing wheel that makes a hollow grind Or warming...Learn More

Rise and despair to the schadows receding At his heels pass the faces of strangers Prance on those laughing souls cross wastelands cover Spiraling colours nimbly spanned in a leap Rise and despair to the schadows receding At his heels crush the screaming strangers...Learn More

I now am conscious with this ecstasy Which brings me nearer to the child in me Thou gav'st the comrade whom I now No more can do without Though cold and scornful he O' Protecteur We're so alike but too dark in heart O' Protecteur We're so alike but still apart Demeans me to myself and with a breath A word transforms this gift to...Learn More