Moonlight Duet

Gazing at the moon: Do we see the same moonlight Though miles hold us back? All the miles will fade In light of all our midnights Blurring into one. postscript Mondo written with Parsat: [link] For ProjectDFC's Jubliant Japanese June.…

The King's Crown--The Compilation

If you who are the emptiness of space, And galaxies are all yours to command, And all there is of love is in your face, And grace flows down to us out of your hand, Then we are blessed beyond what we have earned, And cannot speak the depth of…

30. Finality Rings Forth in Every Peal

Finality rings forth in every peal-- Stubborn in the wind go ages past Laced with hope and beauty, full and real; Ringing, winging, breathing now their last. Comes a lull between the exhaled breath Ripe with such potential and such fear. Inhale peace and joy or inhale death: The future…

29. Once You Called Me Fragile

Once you called me fragile. A flower, bent beneath the summer wind. Once I thought I was. Held to expectations now, and pinned Dead as butterflies and without flight. Alabaster, innocent, and pure. Thoughtless to the fates, Heedless to the breezes and unsure. But what have I become? Have I…

28. Fighting Words

From hot and riled to reconciled Go hearts that blame. Burst into flame At merest touch. She who loves much Cannot contain the sort of pain That comes from you. And yes, it's true: You are correct. But why reflect Triumphant look when all it took Was humble…

27. War Sonnet

No, there are no words to stop me now. You've hit a nerve and this will never cease. The waves will flow as long as I allow, Drawing closed the last remnants of peace. Collect the falling embers in a cup: Alms for poor and destitute, while kings…

26. Nachtmusik

What makes music more than we do? Music fills the night like magic. No such night exists like this--nor ever will again. It comes; But much like music, night will fade. And morning ends the song with light. postscript A pyongsijo for the 26th day of NaPo. Because it was…

25. Sing of the Rage....

Heroes raise a shout, a sword, a shield, Through fog of war and clash of steel and wood-- Furious as flame and without pause, High behind the remparts; in the field. Rage, oh brave Achilles, for the good-- Fight, Odysseus for such a cause As gods and kings deem fit.…