untitled #2, 3, 4
February 16th, 1991 by Jim Clark
Rasped fire
Affecting flame
Envelope me
leave no trace.
Would that a man be less of the stars, than light
February 13th, 1991 by Jim Clark
Would that a man be less of the stars, than light
For mine eyes are not blind to the beauty
of darkness.
Darkness, sickly sweet
With skin like the sea
and Eyes like yellow wine; would that I dance
of your touch
Blank stare into internal skies
Skies of hope and prosperity,
that they should clash in a glitter of despair
And to be lost? With smoke and dreams,
so do I vanish.
The hunt
Poised
A destined inclination
withering mesh
brought into an array
bound by
Ecstasy.
With a tumultuous rising
venturing into the light
and then into a warm
darkness
Bonded only
by motion
friction bound
by virtue
Virtue
Restrained only until the touch of a sigh
And then surrendered.
untitled #1
January 26th, 1991 by Jim Clark
Thrill, sound of laughter
Small and delicated
with light,
a spirit
untouched
Effortlessly gliding
through the sun
Beaming
May it never
end.
Emotion sea
The dying darkness
The silver steel
All banished;
wiped away with a
single word
a touch of the hand
And assurance
of
you.
Lonely.
Like a breath.
Or wind
Or the invisible air
The tide; yes
Solitary
Inviolate
do not leave me
Stay, rest
Be
I am here see me
Know that I see you
Do not be alone
When we can just Be.