Depth

slow rhythmic rocking
as I’m drawn deep into you
my lover the sea

crying gulls-
lost in your
cold embrace

Justice

who will stand and speak
when there is such injustice
if not I then who?

angry seas-
ramshackle rafts
adrift and lifeless

Age

a rusting iron gate-
beyond the overgrown path
crumbling headstones

bristlecone pines-
deeply rooted
to the earth

Sailing

plying the trade winds-
seeking safe harbor under
an ocean of sky

rolling seas-
sails reefed
before the storm

Rot

all the leaves scattered
standing despite itself but
rotten at the core

a forest altar-
oaken pews
standing empty

Empty

hundreds of candles-
an unlit testament to
this empty vigil

tumbled stone-
autumn’s first light
warms the piazza

Fear

monsters in my head
clamor at the gates of hell
screaming to be let out

the hiss of rain-
slow scratching
under my bed

Shade

late sun at our backs
walking the path before us-
intertwined shadows

passing time-
in the corners
collecting shadows

Eyes

the burning red orb
casts its gaze about the land
hard and unblinking

ragweed-
my eyes swollen
and gritty

Descent

as the sun goes down-
I turn the final pages
of this well worn book

a ashen moon-
mist descends
upon the moors