The butterfly catcher had death in his eyes The butterfly catcher never stopped to ask why He pinned and staked and labeled each one When asked he would claim he was just having fun Though no smile ever touched his lips No affection came, no lovers kiss For he had endlessly watched the fly And […]
A recording of my song Summer Sun. Summer Sun by Salaric
Encased in stone, the bones of the lizard lies Weathered and worn, preserved but millennia dead
Face in stone Carved and craved Face of curve Angel in jade
Relic in torch light Nothing but fragments Held by byssal threads Detritus floats Within the beam The diver explores A mystery of the mud
Click Swirl Click Blink Click Flash Click Click CLICK
A note to the girl With pony tailed hair Left undelivered Shyness drove it away No bungy jump At your side
Echos of rivers fall from ghosts of eyes Frozen – your expression a lie Faded, cracked, nothing but the void Masked by death, an effigy of lore Twisted masquerade hiding the truth… Of you.
Mists rising Morning tide Skies ripped With dawning
The hat of the explorer Sat in the attic Full of stories untold One day a child Claimed it for fun Dress up Adventures – made up Rememberings Through generations Stowed.