for my broken heart

a 

poem

for my friend Isabel

...

There’s an army of angels
at the edge of my bed
A choir of sailors
Belching chanteys in my head
And deep in the valley
A lonely wolf howls in pain
As the cold winter snow
Turns to cold winter rain...

There’s a legion of demons
Surrounding my room
A defiant sparrow
circles around the moon
And deep in the forest
The muses gather in the dark
To conjure up a love song
for my broken heart...

There’s a tribe of gypsies
dreaming ‘round a fire
The Santeria queen of the market
Brewing potions of desire
And down at the pier
A pirate sings to the sea
In Kyoto somebody -
Paints inspiration for me...

Legionnaires hum a ballad
In a slow march off to war
A cowboy rides the range
Until the stars shine no more
And deep in the desert
Before the morning starts
A shaman calls up his magic
For my broken heart...

pagoda

ink and pencil

by

Victor Vogt