valhalla

even the bold Viking
must shore his long boat
and discard his war helmet

the last cut, cruel but clean
the final word is the trophy...
the war is over.

untitled

Sorrow has a human heart

in stillness now it will depart

sail before a thousand moons

never finding where to go.

Endless days of summer light

overwhelmed by dark of night

a moment for the poet's play

until there's nohting left to say.

salt lick

A tear...

becomes a puddle

becomes a pool

becomes a stream

becomes a river

flows to the sea.

becomes a ripple

becomes a wave

becomes a tide

becomes a grain of salt

dried on the cheek of someone

who cant let go.