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Lost Days

I gaze backwards,

longing to recapture

something of the past,

sadly aware that the view

has lost certainty,

a crispness gone,

from a thousand yesterdays.

Lost days linger,

suspended over me

in my medicated haze,

a thickened humidity in my brain,

a gloom of memory drapes

like the Spanish Moss

in southern swamps

hangs heavily swaying

descending yet never

falling to the ground beneath.

© ACG

23 March 2012

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

November Sun

November sun brightly shines,

echoing past warmth;

one yellow rose blooms.

© ACG

15 November 2011

Sweep Past

Sweep past, Delights of Autumn,

as the Witch's Broom doth pass

over Air and Earth

and through Fire intense,

sweeping asunder

with a laugh Merry and Evil

all you ever held dear.

© ACG

29 October 2011

First Frost

October falls with sudden force,

a swiftly swirling blast of dancing leaves,

taking every memory of Summer away

the last roses desperately blooming,

thick folds of velvets come out,

the first frost burns

with clear and cool fever,

a bite of Winter coming;

unavoidable.

© ACG

01 October 2011

Autumn Comes

Autumn comes in slowly

with the breath of love,

sweetness kindles

gentle passions, lingering

like a lover's first soft kiss;

tentative.

© ACG

30 August 2011

Coming Home

Within these walls of stillness,

sliding in and out of sleep,

through darkened rooms

of ancient nightmares,

my dreams carry me;

a gentle pressure deepens,

a mauve reverie,

with care enfolding me

in a slow caress,

softly calling my name.

Coming home.

Just a heartbeat away,

like a sigh of relief,

sinking into my own,

my paradise of you.

© ACG

05 August 2011

There and Here

Sighing softly there,

a sweet kiss of salt sea spray,

just a hint in the air

of what’s to come,

when later great crashes

roll and tumble,

driven,

no longer kiss so sweetly.

Growling thunder rolls overhead

as screams of lightning

pierce the black sky here;

dawn breaks wet and tired,

storm’s aftermath a gentle wisp,

a softly falling ruse

according to the darkening sky.

© ACG

03 July 2011