Beaten Masts

Keep time, Oh Hearts, as leaves will fall

Upon the sunlight bleached faces,

Deadened, scorched and beaten by deception's whips,

Bloody knees, begging  mercy from the master

Their  trepidation,  holder of their dreams~

Their indignation,  boundaries, distant drums and chattering locks~

As Nothing gives the sleeper more comfort, than to be beaten down to nothing once again

to be beaten to inaction.

Glowing embers waiting in the folds of nightmares

Brighten with the breath of patient kindness

Begin to Dance its treasures amid its painful spikes of past

Warming in the swinging ancient heartbeat

The embers flare the stars of gliding phases

there are no wounded soldiers here from written histories~

There live no fools  enjoying wisdom's dress~

And poet's love's desire paints the portrait

Of passions mirror flaming shadows bright~

A quiet glance of promise in the mists

A faithful wondering charm in night's delight

Wisdom knows the fleeting flames of passion

Are Now, but gone if followed and pursued

Tis best to share one's love anew with poems

And keep the passion veiled for private view

Awaiting pleasure's hand to lift the doorway

And gently drive the peg from twixt the wood

the Lover's hearts' delights are in the heartbeats

Of wanting only life and cherished good