In Words of Bronze
In words of bronze he painted a forest, where a lizard smoked grass, holding hands with a violet. In...
plutonian-chronicles-poetry
Love’s Contagion
Weeping walls shed tears of sorrow upon fertile soils of hearts whose innocence and childlike trust was lost upon...
Adrift in Time
I see myself outside myself and Time becomes a terror, held in Time I witness all that I have...
The Cup of the Sphinx
Pulled upwards towards the sky, transfixed in a moment I saw Future; or was it the Past? Cerulean blue...
Time’s Gate
Through love’s dulcet waters, and meadows so fair No starry night’s show could ever compare You carried me over...
If Doves Could Cry
If doves could cry, swift torrents would flow Throughout this land of death and woe. If deer could weep,...