I see no footprints. . .
the breeze today has ceased.
I left few among the place
where we never could believe.
they could never know,
he knew not of me,
among the ones with saddened tongues
their physiognomy.
upon a tongue the dirges
poignantly lament a loss,
and I held her within my arms;
our tears, our cheeks to touch.
somehow I have footprints,
so faintly they impress,
for day to day and night by night
I wish a star to gleam,
hoping so agnostically
with my philanthropy.

the circle ceased today,
disintegrate to ash,
for this a love so lasting
shall never come to pass.
the footprints which were four,
then three then four again,
forever have me longing
for a lover and a friend.
but now the prints of two,
so faint and how they fall,
disfigured by the rain
of a blue cloud so small.
the cloud has lost its vision,
the arrow fades as breath,
for the cherub archer
too ingenuous for death.

a thought of self today.
what of a thought without?
nothing impeding nature-
what would love exist for?
would love still live?
this a helpless wish,
as footprints lead away
unto agnostic bliss.
they'll return again someday-
but never seen again!
an elegy I contend
for what is now pretend.
they once stepped so deep
then so lightly they did creep,
a print from days of yore
the sand shall feel no more.

the three remain so cold,
so cold and solemnly silent.
they've not a wish for love,
nor a thought of violence.
the blue clouds are dry,
the dirges are misplaced,
a tongue no longer mourns,
the arms will not embrace.
wishes to the stars
are merely memories,
a past print of two
now walks with steps of three.
the world without change,
scarce thoughts of thee,
nearly as the footprints
never had been seen.

A Walk of Life

to walk alone, merely as one,
separate from a greater sum.
though if a mind will not conserve
a precious thought of that observed;
then it's a passion's sad effect,
to heed a system must affect,
and though, seemingly not to be,
he the system the system he.

what is essential to survive?
the medium which makes us strive.
thus yearning love and hope and dreams,
and fueling fear and lust and greed;
but I contend the innocent,
we're lost with our intelligence.
and missing is the innocence,
so lost within our ignorance.
for it's this entity of self,
the other myths I shall dispel,
it has a soul feeling as one,
not of the whole, the greater sum.

A Moment

I lifted my head from the bed;
the room was still and silent.
I heard an unfamiliar sound
from outside in the distant.
it crept up like the light of day
before making itself known,
by the time I knew it footsteps,
they'd left- and I was alone...

A Crossroad

when you're walking all alone
thru a heavy winter snow,
you see a set of footprints-
do you feel the less alone?
for somebody not yet there
the footprints walk together,
then followed to a street lamp
and witnessed by the weather.
then the prints before me ceased
halfway across the river,
when I walked upon the bridge
the thought had made me quiver.
they went not left, nor ahead,
thus I looked over the rail,
to fight the freezing river
for a life- to no avail?
but I didn't have to try,
for what was to be had been,
so onward I continued
thru the crossroad of an end.
but I heard another thought
from somebody yet to come,
they had seen two sets of prints
and now there is only one

The Artisan

I have built myself a kingdom,
it's fit for any queen;
we pleasure in the finest gin,
we sip the choicest tea.

I have built myself a castle,
within a princess lives;
she never deems to wear a crown,
her royalty within.

I have built myself a palace,
a peeress walks the floor,
with elegance and dignity
forever I'll adore

I have built myself a mansion,
a parvenu my bride;
her caring heart worth more than gold
though from the world to hide

I have built myself a cottage;
I love my maiden fair,
I feel so safe in her embrace
I have no other cares

I have built myself a shelter,
protecting from the cold,
I have built myself a shelter,
and here I stay alone...