~SPIRITUAL BINDING~
In this hovel of wood and mortar
There dwell somber  ghosts
Memories, dreams, longings all
conspire and feast upon the host
With splintered psyche and morose eye
I watch them locking in embrace
Like silk tendrils of smoke they drift
Obscuring the mirrored reflection of my face

I know outside these walls lies a forest deep
Of watercolor hues of emerald and jade
And 'neath crystal falls in a cleft in ancient rock
Lie the dream walkings of a hostage maid
Who lies deep in an eldrich trance 
Bound by wrought iron and mystic rune 
Her mind roams the velvet stream
And dances with shadows neath the frosted moon.

~THAW~
There is a vine clinging to the rotted wood 
And her love I thought I would sway
But this armor of light took all it could
As the vine dies and falls away.

Now a frozen dream forms a silver ring
Encasing my spirit in rhyme
And the pale moon becomes a baleful thing
Perhaps a Thaw will come with time.

~HARLIQUEN REFLECTS~
Harliquen sat upon the Silver Dragon Chair
Imprisoned by his schemes
Bound with cords wrought from angel's hair
He pondered subtle themes
Of Dragon's plights and Raven's flights
And if there be rainbows on the moon