Wraith (villanelle)

Dreams lie shattered to be swept like broken glass from ‘midst the roots
of ancient forests in dank swamps and the scent of rotted bloom
hope lies crushed and broken beneath the heels of eternity’s boots

We find ourselves in obeyance or thrall to these emotional brutes
shackled in destitution against the overgrown walls of the room
dreams lie shattered to be swept like broken glass from ‘midst the roots

We wind these trails through the darkened realm and find our routes
while fates at their play or their malice do weave us on their looms
hope lies crushed and broken beneath the heels of eternity’s boots

We walk this path with the stench of decay and taste love’s bitter fruits
awash with dread and the cold damp everlasting gloom
dreams lie shattered to be swept like broken glass from ‘midst the roots

Stagger then, along this aisle of grasping leaves and tangled shoots
where wonders dashed like fallen stone and our lives entomb
hope lies crushed and broken beneath the heels of eternity’s boots

Here no piper plays and ourselves in depth we prosecute
each a mask to hide behind in full seasonal costume
dreams lie shattered to be swept like broken glass from ‘midst the roots
hope lies crushed and broken beneath the heels of eternity’s boots

Villanelle

There are not hours, in days or nights
when I do not dream of our embrace
I wonder at those sweet delights

You star in darkness shining bright
all lovers glance and full of grace
there are not hours, in days or nights

If I should be your quixotic knight
at windmills tilt with zest apace
I wonder at those sweet delights

In dappled moments my heart takes flight
‘cross these lines of empty space
there are not hours, in days or nights

Where once I doubt this gentle light
nor your heartstrings unlace
I wonder at those sweet delights

If these small words you see me write
and in those you find some place
there are not hours, in days or nights
I wonder at those sweet delights