Into the Blue…

Archive for January, 2013

Late Winter Sunset

Black silhouette stands
deep in cornflower snow fields
frame this night’s farewell.

March 3, 2007

The Lost

In the end
how it begins
is lost.
What remains
of our past
is covered
by blood and grime –
which, too, in time,
will wash away.
Faded beneath the sun.
That this began
with loss of love,
of family, of home
is buried within
a spent heart;
lost to all but
Now, here, upon this rock,
too late you see,
that you took from me
all that you lost
in the beginning.
For all these sins,
and senseless more,
I will take from you
all that was plundered,
and offer your blood
as payment due
for the lost.

June 2007