Mongolian Sunrise

For you:

Bright as a flame
A passionate wave
Warm as the sun
To chase the nights away

On rope, on sight
On the skin of our souls
Your hands are passports
To dreams not yet told

The red on your crown
They hint of a legacy
One that only you can write
In the language of love and glory


Happy Birthday!

What Remains

This is what remains
After the day is done
This is what's left of me
What the night finally comes

Frayed wits
A tarnished crown
A Frizzled mane
That's hard to tame

The smell of day
Spiked in dust
A heart's hinges
Hampered by rust

Still onwards step
Hands, knees and feet
Eyes cast forth, stern
To hope's beat we keep