Someone Walked On My Grave

Distant footsteps
Echo in my heart
From far away places
I have tried to escape

But someone walked on my grave
Reminding me that Summer's
Sensuous brilliance will always be
Overtaken by Fall's jealous chill

How I tried to forget
Languishing in the tide of desire
Hiding my demons
In the dusty back of the attic closet

But someone opened the door
And peered inside
And now I am naked
In the advance of
Winter's ravaging hand

What more could I
Have done to hide?

He couldn't have recognized me,
And yet in my dreams he found me

Knock, knock, knock
Father, you opened the door
To my demons,
Letting the rampage out

I thought for sure
I was safe
In pleasure beneath the willow trees,
Spilling their sorrow in bright green
Cascades over the damp earth

But someone walked on my grave
And I recognized my mortality
In the mirror
Where once youth had promised
To hold me tight

As My Father's Eye Watches Me

"As My Father's Eye Watches Me", Oils & Sterling silver on canvas/ Painting in progress by the author

Flint, my heart embraces you. 
The place men fear to journey,
I have traversed and returned. 
Unscathed? 
Who can say, but for the shadows making love to my skin. 

Before I knew you I was a child. 
Freedom was ignorance born from the womb. 
On your sacrificial stone, 
Bent over backwards, 
My body became yours. 

Blood is a natural thing, 
Yet how unnatural to warm your bed, 
Taste your tongue, share your nights. 

My father's eye watches me, 
As I undress, as I strip, my bones exposed. 
Yet I clutched a golden eagle to my breast. 
I gathered precious jadestone 
And summoned the Smoking Mirror to avenge me. 

Now where are you? 
The jaguar, she has claimed your soul for me, 
And very slowly shall I savor it. 

Back to the beginning, I travel alone...
Back to my rebirth, as my father's eye watches me.