The walls of this room are so near I can barely breathe. Dark and depressing, I sit on my bed alone, longing for the warm
Author: Beryl Zephyr
The Final Revolt
I know what you think. You think you are better than me. You see this tag on my body and decide you are superior. You
Metamorphosis
Before the caterpillar Became the butterfly She whispered to me Be patient. Wait for Time To work his magic On you. Since that hour Of
In Desert Places
Far out in the desert I found a garden grown wild From the heat of the sun And the water of visions Glimpsed by wanderers
Illumination
I first gazed at the sun Many eons ago. The light Has blinded my eyes And all I have seen afterwards Is love pouring from
The Masked Face: A Celestial Romance
Some time ago, I was traveling in a remote part of the country. I was there on an excursion to collect certain exotic seeds that
Love Letters from the Killing Fields
When the Great War came, it left no one untouched. Even the ones who wanted no part of it. They said it was the war
Dame Fortune
The newlywed couple strolled at the fair, holding hands. The splash of evening colors was giving way to the sparkle of carnival lights. A chill
Lux in Tenebris
Of all my wanderings I only remember- Jagged moons on the hills, A scattering of stars, And faint whispers of nights In valleys filled with
The Necropolis
The sky stretches her arms Over my dead city; There is no dance of lights In those faraway stars; Tonight the ghostly streets Are tattered
The Tower of Oblivion
Call me Omar, although I am more of an Ishmael. Like the first son of Abraham, I have lived the life of a wanderer, an
someone lived in a somewhere place
someone lived in a somewhere place (with moon for mother, none for father) he walked on water in flood and rain chewed on air and
Mandolin Man & Muskmelon Moons
This is the story of how the unhappy hamlet of muskmelon moons found happiness again. Once a monkey-faced mandolin man came to the hamlet of
By the Sea
I lay down by the sea Beneath the sunless sky And the waves set me free. Beside me rose the scree On cliffs towering high
A Symphony of Souls
Tonight go out and gaze At the everlasting heavens Where in the deeps of space Drift innumerable pilgrims Like you and me. Why sit alone
The Man with the Limp
In my busy practice at the Oakwood Asylum, I’ve treated numerous patients but none like John Abner. He woke up one morning with a limp.
The Search for God
Once a holy man went into the forest in search of God. There under a mighty tree towering into the sapphire sky, he sat down
The Sixth Extinction
And then Mankind tumbled Out of time in torrents Drowning the Earth in immense pools Of pain. They fled. For with man came Raging rivers
