I wrote a few back then, but I thought these were the only ones worth keeping. They just came to me, out of the blue, but it has never happened again since that time.
Wear your pain like winter, friends,
And breathe your breath like snow
Forgive me, for I came too late
And kiss me as you go.
I'll sow my fields with salt, my friends,
May they grow brown and bare!
I'll strew it over all my crops
And ashes on my hair.
So if I must, I'll die, my friends,,
But until then I'll fight:
Because I loved the stars so much
I will not fear the night.
THE END OF WORDS
Where do the raven children go
When the last day is done?
Where will they run, where will they hide
Under a dying, weary sun?
By the silver sea with its graveyard eyes,
The secret, singing tide
That rocked our sailors into sleep
And kissed them when they died.
Tell me, who turns the wheels of the world,
Who makes the years go by?
Tell me, who counted the ocean waves
And measured the heavens' tide?
DREAMS AT FEVER LAKE
Unpaved roads like silent amber
In the golden evening sun,
Little things that claw and clamber,
There's no use, don't try to run.
See them hiding in the rushes
By the silent Fever Lake
Little things are in the bushes,
Hear them rustle, stir and shake!
Ctulhu in the House of Healing
Dreams of golden days of yore,
Little things with teeth like razors
Scratching, clawing at the door.
Then you wake from restless slumber
In the sullen, moonlit heat,
Long time you will wait in wonder
For the sound of little feet.
THE SECRET SEA
Give to me a unicorn's tears,
Give to me a lover's fears,
Give to me a mystery,
The secrets of the whispering sea.
Give to me a mermaid's tail,
Give to me a golden sail,
Give to me the west wind's trace
To take me to a secret place.
Just a place to lie and rest
And gaze into the flaming west,
To watch and wander wordlessly
And listen to the singing sea.
The goddess of the sea will wait
Beneath her coral temple gate -
I'll dive into the perfect sea
And live with her eternally.
The children of the night have eyes like silver coins
And the children of the day weep bitter tears at sunset.
Say, will the daughter of the twilight be forgotten
Just because she failed to greet the rising moon?