The Albatross

Perched on the high mountain

On an isolated rock,

Sat he.

Watching the world beneath him,

Eyes, attentive to activity. 

Planning his next meal.

The water flowed

Smoothly down the slope,

In a cascading waterfall.

What a breathtaking sight,

The mountain, the waterfall

And the Albatross. 

         - Robes of a Muse 

The Giver

Money, time, space
It mattered not.
The giver did face
In this thickening plot. 

As the moons fade,
And the giver aged,
She grew somewhat afraid
That she would be forever caged.

Time and again,
The angels reassured
That it wasn't in vain. 
Through these words, the giver was cured.

- Robes of a Muse