“cloudy lake”

by Noble Martin

when the trees call green

envy and luxury 

paints the charming hues spring 

the frothy flower air 

ringing ear 

bees and hair 

sunlight beaming 

and the kids screaming 

end of memory dreaming 

the murky lake 

dim lit, foggy and freedom kick 

skin and flesh embodied 

floating abyss 

moonlight sideswiped 

lasting goodbyes 

tomorrow, the new day invites 

cheers to summer 

cheers to memories

cheers to the people we used to be

the soggy deck

the crispy darkness 

the long amusements 

and the shortening time.

the forgettable crime 

the parted ways 

the starlight gaze 

and the laughter, amaze

i will miss you dearly, cloudy lake.

and darling, trust us,

we won’t be long to rekindle 

our last summer. 

“To be an Icarus, to be an aphelion”

be an aphelion, not Icarus. 

poisoned with obsession, 

perfumed with passion, 

imprisoned by wax seals 

freed by the melt. 

every trickle; tears of mania

typhlotic reality 

blinding gold

ignorant ears 

sinful mistakes 

innocence stripped from you, Icarus. 

what the perihelion you are. 

the poised intelect

the praising follower 

the infatuated mindscape you possess 

and the danger you will reign 

driven, fixated, plagued, bedeviled 

gripped upon the golden gates and marble stairs 

blissful harps and feathered wings 

rich wine and gilt vines, 

thrones for rulers- queens and kings

an Icarus is determined, an aphelion is cautious. 

learn the lesson of this subtle prayer

do not be bathed in obsession. 

one might fly too close, 

too close for their own good. 

one might be drunken with the reward, 

one could be sober by truth. 

before making a choice just think; 

which one, are you? 

“mozart’s symphony”

join me on a midnight walk 

pursue the twilight string

follow the whispers of mozart’s keys

enjoy the symphony he will not sing 

clatter clicks and clanks of voices

drench us like the water from the lake 

the same water that consumed our summer 

we put our freedom at stake 

names of the star crossed lovers 

voids the wooden table 

plagiarized romeos and juliets 

says the black ink that labels 

aromas from peru thick and broad 

rich soil floods the room 

tranquility cures your heavy mind 

like observing flowers in bloom 

but they cant bloom in the moonlight 

the moon that luminates our walk 

highlighting the place we call home, 

the place without a clock 

it’s peaceful where we sit. 

below deck, tucked and hidden 

safe in our bubble 

everyone else, forbidden 

when times are rough, we will meet here 

or when times are joyous too 

mozart’s symphony, the placid effect 

it’s either that or the shining moon 

Orion awaits you-

aiming towards your home 

not the one we claim to have 

but the one we legally own.