(1966)
#Inspiration
O’ farewell, peaceful dreams, As I repose this night to sleep, For conflict has dimmed another da… Beyond the threshold of my keep! Alas, I am harried by uncertainty…
Nary dare I tend to touch upon The tangible ordinary, For I prefer the delightful pull Toward the imaginary. O’ be it to ponder or be it to roa…
I awake each morn to chase the clo… In the race from nine to five, And firmly placed am I, in this d… Upon my flight to stay alive. I peruse the paper with my morning…
There’s something creeping in the… A rustling in the pitch, Perhaps it be an angry wraith or e… O’ I dread to know of which! There’s something stirring in the…
By the wind of a nor’easter gale A ragged ship and crew set sail Upon the everlasting. Each plank be rotted aft to fore, Thus too each soul the pity more
He stood high upon the white cliff… Looking out to sea, And as he watched its ebb and flow There upon he wished to be; O, he then saw the seabirds soarin…
Love hath touched me sated so, Lingered by a kiss, Thus the blesséd of each night Brings promise unto this; And yet she keeps amid the mist
Accurséd be the refuge of Baneber… For those who shelter there, Where the lingering spirits stalk… From depths of great despair; And the walls they breathe as tho’…
Alas, to rot within a dungeon, Anguish thus to reap, Chained upon a stony wall Beneath a castle’s keep; Abandoned by thy brethren,
Come creeping did he, as death awo… Upon this Sabbath day at the midn… And beside her bed did the dark fo… To take my lover by the hand! So angelic was she, this I tearfu…
Many a day I’ve wished, through t… That love’s immortality would come… But each day that I’ve wished bri… For each day that I’ve wished has… O’ for a love everlasting, O’ for…
Oh, dark, but museful spirit! Thy very essence tasks me cruel, As thy lamentations yet emanate Like ripples in a pool: Thy voice is clear upon mine ear,
He returned home from the war, but… For he returns to the war that he… He keeps in silence the torments t… As they are tethered to the deeds… He returned home from the war, but…
O’ why wert thou so beautiful, But not a love so true? Thus now doth reign the darkness From mere the thought of you! Why hath love brought this madness…
When the twilight foretells of dar… Then shall the candle burn And I await the spirit of magic With the hope it will return. I hearken closely unto the silence