Ode to the water of life

My lips grow dry awaiting your pleasure,

My hands they itch to pull you close,

to raise you up high, my light, my treasure

And to the tavern propose a toast

And to the world proclaim my lust

Reunited consummate joy

And drain you I will, as drain you I must

Though my heart and soul you destroy

Another round of my love, I'm buying

to banish pain, bow to old ghosts.

Another round of my love, I'm dying

To spirits and generous hosts.

So patterned is the chaos...

So patterned is the chaos,

predictably undoing

In everything that's lost

there dwells a new beginning

In blank, quiet spaces,

balance, hate with what you give

Softly pass to leave no traces

of ever having lived

In everything there does reside...

In everything there does reside

the brighter and the shadow side

Even suns in twilight shine

as noonday moons from midnight hide

In dusk there dwells the hope of dawn

midday casts shadows, deep and strong

In balance checked, each force entwined

The weave of patterns by design

Do not resist the ebbing tide

or refuse precious points of pride

Accepting each with purpose clear

embracing both, shed undue fear

Yet revel not with undue joy

nor righteous, wicked lust destroy

Lest burn within a flame so bright

it immolates the very night

Then darkness grows, as wire thin

are drawn resolve and hope, and then

while holding close most hated fears,

you've lost your grasp on all that's dear

How many shadows....

How many shadows

have you seen,

how many chains

have daisies been

How many ghosts

remain unwed

for what is love

among the dead

And what is death

to those who love

who live in light

and dwell above

For what lies below

but former years

tainted by

unwanted fears

And so are shadows

yet unseen

flitting through

the lake of dreams