(1966)
#Inspiration
O’ I have found no peace in my pr… For there is no wealth in my dispa… And therefore I have found no cla… In this life, alone! I have found the darkness of despe…
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…
Breaching silence worries glean Upon mine nerves as thus they lean From realms beyond that are unseen… As nightfall lingers nigh. Why beget to me this last concern,
Too Far from Home I once had awakened to find myself… A-drifting; O, I found myself a-d… drifting all alone! I now have awakened, as once I wa…
I have only shallow words to expre… Of my love for you that deeply lie… For never have I found the parall… To the depths of where this love b… Nor have I discovered an earthly…
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
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…
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
Ghostly lights suffuse the churchy… Old phantoms lurk nigh every stone And the night wind gusts the barre… Above this hallowed loam. There in prayer one silent sentine…
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…
Vaporous forms adrift through cold… Are remnants of passing that in th… And I’ve felt the touch that this… While wandering about in haunted p… Disembodied voices resounding in e…
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…
Wicked winds and wandering mists, Moonlit hours and secret trysts, Spells and charms; unhallowed loam… Stealthy do the witches roam. Boiling cauldrons, smoke and fire,
O’ within me love lies fallow, Sorrows thus are mine, Like flowers within a garden Amidst the winter’s rime! Shall love e’er hide its beauty
Casting dark upon a vacant page Ghosts appear expressing rage And mirrored too in grim despair Troubles loom of which I bear! Tho’ each thought lay blesséd not,