Poetry and Prose

The Bell Song

             I hear, I hear a song so sweet Sweet as the chant on the goddess’ feet. I hear, I sing the song so sweet– Enchanting as echoes of seasons so blithe. I hear the bell, it’s melody I love, Tunes from naiads they seem were robbed. I hear the… Continue reading The Bell Song

Poetry and Prose

As You Write Your History

Summer sky, breezy March, Your spirit’s high, sturdy like larch, For your efforts bear fruit at last No more midnight candles of the past. Stand up my friend, look up the sky Your dreams are high, learn to fly. Touch the clouds, dance with the birds Witness the shepherd guiding his herd. Neither medals nor… Continue reading As You Write Your History

Poetry and Prose

You

You are the angel heaven sent Guiding my journey in this treacherous path. The trees, as you pass by, bent And storms cease their growling wrath. Smile is what you bring me In sullen days and humdrum nights. When sun is nowhere to be seen, The bell knolls the parting day with might. I am… Continue reading You