Palm Sunday

Yea! I hear the wind that cries me barren.
Yet, the Sun shone bright orange,
And prophesied a Child.
Thy skin shall be golden, thy hair,
Like that of a lion's mane.
The smell of cinnamon,
And myrrh, about thine air.
In thy right hand holds the Dove of Peace
Perched upon the shoulders of a cherub
Armed with bow and arrow.
In thy left hand holds the lightning bolts
From the summer thunderstorm of July.
I curse the wind that cried me barren;
The Sun shall bring forth the Child to thee!
Thy birth not in vain.
 

Fire Goddess
Vernal Equinox
12 April 92©
 
 
 
 
 

Sparks of Insanity

Fish that thrive
in the
ocean depths
are not found in
shallow waters.

(Verse)
Sir Dragon
Vernal Equinox 1995©
 
 
 
 

THE DAY WE PLAYED SO FUN
                 (On Mystic Mountain)

We climbed the tallest tree in the forest;
The day we played so fun.
Muddy all over; we left tracks;
The day we played so fun.
Sir Dragon chased us from his lair;
The day we played so fun.
We laughed so hard and ran so fast;
The day we played so fun.
Imaged as armored knights we were;
The day we played so fun.

 Magus
 Winter Soltice
 15 February 1999, 11:53pm©