"the words we speak"

For S.

the words we speak
hint of all the worlds
that come in and out of
existence in our minds
a language that is a magic
we alone can speak

to say what you mean
and mean what you say
to hold your own heart
in your trembling hand
this most precious stone
and sing it to sleep
and warm it back to health

the greatest mystery is all
which we do not say
for in the unspoken
is the anthology
that you have written
that, if ever allowed to be read
gifts an entire universe

M.M.

"It is the banshee"

It is the banshee that wails in the corner of my night
The devil of temptation that smiles out of sight
The great hollowness in the dark deep
The purloiner of my blessèd sleep

I am ablaze with the fire of madness

Stricken ill with the ambition to feel something

More than that which my paper-heart bleeds

Lost in the savagery of this endless wilderness

My sacred Sun deserts me in this black desert

Leaving me as prey to the howling djinn

The searing fields of all my unhidden sins

And the self-loathing of the guilt deserved

M.M.

To Be Unyielding

To be unyielding
To suffer the trials of this life
Teeter on the perch of cataclysm
Peer over the edge and turn back
The thread unravelling in the
Bastion of despondency and enervation
But a tautness left at the bone
Chaos will reign and devils will roam
The sword and spear never relinquished
This, for the brave, the bloodied, the unbowed
To be unyielding
Face-ward the undying sun
The call from the deep never silencing
And not a drop of hot blood ever spilt

M.M.