Into the Night

Into the night I slip away
whispering smoke on a breeze
sliding and gliding in falling twilight
catching the light's fading gleam

I am the images, I am the past
floating in a buffeted fall
with outstretched breath
I surrender my home
at least until morning's call

Into the night I slip away
flight on the winds of mind
dragons roar and wingbeats soar
and I am a child again.
Diarmid
copyright 1998
 		Art

There's a man that once lived
in the dunes by Lake Michigan
He would sit so silently
as I, a young boy, would watch
his brush making grand strokes
painting the sunrises and sunsets
He told me once that he was a kook
one of the few
still believed in the magic
of pattering rain and hissing snow
of fairy rings and hooting owls
in the evening
king of the Michigan dunes
old tin stove and a can of spam
no tablecloth and a bottle of wine
laughing in the lamplight
smelling of kerosene fumes
rejoicing in life
painting road signs
and sunsets.
Diarmid
copyrighted 1997



Cottonwood Bliss

Stars that glide across the sky
winging wonder to my eye
a gentle shimmer to the ground
touching earth in faintest sound.

Carress the earth in billowy waves
and circle, and circle in slyph's play
collecting together in soft white down
the stars at reast, a home is found.

A laughing breeze, a gentle lift
and snowflakes fall down from the cliff
raining down on where I stood
the lovely kiss of cottonwood.

Diarmid
copyrighted 1991

If I don't accept your forgivenes
I reap the wrath of your condemnation.
Where is the sense in this?
I have always had sense enough
to stay away from loan sharks
and press gangs.
If I don't pursue your forgiveness
I can lose my soul to sunsets
ocean waves and starry nights.
No need for books
and memorizing all those begats
If I don't pursue your forgiveness,
I can lose my being in depths
of continuously flowing breath.
Birth and death,
breath to breath,
this I can believe in
My lover does not understand sin.
Kalliste Kristos.
Diarmid
copyrighted 1996