With the Arisen

waves lap unrestrained
the haughty sol mounts the sea
only I assent


The Wind Through the Lea

the wind through the lea
sings like a soft lullaby
the scythe grows heavy

Seek Not the Enchantment


seek not the horned beast
for it will e’er elude thee
seek instead what’s true—

that of which it means to thee
for that is within thy grasp