Panther Island

Forever the Swamp stretches on,

its sultry air presses down

upon me,

yet I stay

~ my Island in the Bayou ~

a living monument,

my refuge,

for my Sanctuary lives here;

quiet as a shadow, he comes,

my panther, my Savior,

he glides in silence,

with liquid eyes that mesmerize,

muscles moving beneath his skin

like a magnet irresistible,

a guttural purr comforts me

as I nestle in,

safe at last;

And yet, suddenly a storm rages,

the Beast is free,

a violent eruption of cruelty

with petty excuse

of words misunderstood

or forgotten

~ it matters not ~

I cannot

move or speak,

paralyzed as he becomes not my Savior,

not my Sanctuary,

just a haunting echo

of my Nightmare past;

Until I remember

~ this time, too ~

I can leave.

©ACG

09 March 2012



The Last Druid Dance

Through morning mist they shall move

easily, dancing up the tortured paths

to kindle their waiting holy fires,

each his own Master,

leading the people in eternal dance,

awaiting this New Dawn.

Alone, Patrick climbs;

with no followers he trudges

up the highest peak,

the lonely place of his destiny,

the Holy Mountain beckons;

the Night sighs gently as he bends,

lighting his fire first.

Patrick's Holy Fire rises;

the long dance of the Druids

abruptly ends.

© ACG

29 February 2012

Be My Valentine

Be My Valentine,

forever and a day;

for my heart

belongs to you

forever and a day.

© ACG

01 February 2012

New Year

In quiet moments

I find all these words

unclear,

as my Interpretations vary

and Dreams leave me confused;

Resolving to drive

with Fury Unleashed

through the middle,

with no extremes

with no dangers;

A flash of Lightning

illuminates The Tower;

briefly I see it,

 the glory of destruction,

crushed and broken,

transformed,

only in my mind.

©ACG

01 January 2012

The Long Hard Fall

With a gentle aire,

it comes,

seemingly sweet,

the breath of Fall;

deadly harsh,

a silent shove

over the precipice

of Spring.

Amidst a gale of falling leaves,

a tinge of Bitterness,

gray clouds wandering

swiftly across the Sky,

brightness dims

with each skirting swirl;

Winter is coming.

Darkness has descended,

I fall into the Void,

slowly at first,

then with the speed of Inevitability

forcing and pulling,

with nothing left

in my grasping hands,

simply

 

falling

 

slowly

 

down.

Or perhaps the Fall
is a Journey
through,
an unexpected Path
provided by
the Abyss:
downward
beyond the Darkness
to some perfect resting place
Unknown.

©ACG

23 December 2011

In December

With red and green

and sparkling white,

Christmas comes around,

through Winter's chill

and darkest night,

a melody of sound;

bells a-ringing,

choirs singing,

yonder falls a star;

merrily meet

and happily greet,

loved ones from afar.

© ACG

01 December 2011

Today

 

Today I heard

a mournful bird

sing a song

so sad and sweet

of love and loss

and loneliness;

a broken heart’s beat.

Out rang she

a melody

as Dawn so

boldly rose

with chill of air

and frosts beware;

a melancholy pose.

Today I heard

a mournful bird

as Summer’s sunlight faded

to shine no more,

with Winter’s song

she sings along;

bravest Troubadour.

© ACG

20 November 2011