Don’t speak the name

Don’t make the sound

Lest endless pain

Goes round and round

Time remaining

Use it well

Don’t be trapped

Within its swell

But if you must

Speak the name

Then count to ten.

And feel the blame.




Tender light

Gentle grace

Shrouding comfort

Warm embrace

Between two worlds

Sorrow grows

Encroaching darkness

Bearing woes

So beckon now

in waning light

Caress my heart

With soft delight

A light so fine

Though far away

A fair salute

To end of day


darkening night

Wind whispers in darkening night

Souls move with quickening might

Do these two spirits move as one

Two hearts beating, both or none

Yes, they move in their embrace

A silent dance to prove their case

Two as one, not alone

A pact is made, a promise sown

Hearts unite, with quickening might

Wind whispers in darkening night