Big Bold,
Beautiful
Bright and Pale.
Back for more
of me.
Coming across the sea..
to me.
Father, gone.
I must face this alone.
Temptress returns…
illumining with darkness.
I see it all…
in me.
I turn to face,
no longer do I race
away towards destiny
trying to be free.
No,
I’m here.
not then
or there…
but here.
and I like it.
Every Morning and Every Evening
I see her, Lady, with her Giraffes.
A scene so picturesque it is almost a still,
or, isn’t it?
She reaches up to the Sun
to reignite a vision.
They, with lifted necks, drink this light
turning dark chaos into light.
Lady tall and of emerald hue
saves a dream for me, and you.
splashes my senses
with faerie dust.
eyes blinded
I cannot see
I feel my way out
But-
Blinded, where do I need to go?
Thank you sweet Tink
Now I can see
Now,
Now I can be me.
Hungry eyes, always watch
like they own me.
I belong to someone else,
I belong to everyone else.
Gimme, I want, GIVE!
Every pair
takes a little piece.
Every dirty smile
Every shiny gift
wants
some
of
me.
I want
to be
Beautiful.
Not quite the hunter’s moon,
but definitely too late for supper
tis….
twixt.
The shadows play in front of eyes
purple, mauve, and reddish brown
hazy faerie, mysterious haunt
is in the air surrounding
you.
some awaken from diurnal slumber,
others prepare to fast till morn’.
yet you are there,
aware
twixt.
the spark of fantasy flashes all ’round.
the air is alive with wild imaginings-
creeping beasts, and surly trolls
are hiding at every knoll.
This witching is when you’ll know
there is more to you than flesh and bone.
The earth herself is not immune
from taking time to commune
with gaia, her sacred “other”
but to me, she’s simply mother.
Twixt the turn of day into night
find your power, or flee in fright
This is the WITCHING HOUR and heed it well
and do get caught up in its spell.
wondrous scenes will touch your eyes
skunk will challenge porcupine.
A swallow will cough up a toad
if you lose yourself from the road.
So go and enter this magic realm
and keep only this, on your helm:
an empty mind, and spirit proud,
and be ready to ride a cloud.
She does love you,
she brings you gifts.
when you least expect
she tickles your child-
if you let her.
Unexpected Grace,
gentle kisses upon your nose.
She likes you!
She spins,
for you.
She adores you.
so earn it.
be worthy of her attentions.
be!
There it is
Nope…
lost it.
It was just right there…
but its not.
If I could just put…
Never mind-
Its not mine.
No Mind!
Thats it!
Yes!
Got it!
Nope….
There it goes again….
Just when I’m about to touch it…
Poof!
Gone…..
But then…
in that moment of Loss
…..
——- Glorious.
Love is not patient.
Love is not peace.
Love is a tiger.
Ferocious and playful.
but always hungry.
High above
twisting.
corners cutting
infinity.
flitting, flapping-
flying.
teasing the clouds
and tearing them.
cleaving…
separately
in unison.
Up – Azure Sky
Down-Pure White
in between
is mine.
and yours too,
of course.
let us glide
and dive.
and ride some more
on winter’s breath
with hints of death…
from the frozen doom
play in the biggest room.
Calm, Clean, Quiet.
Ruthless, Cold,…
Serene.
Void
of sound.
Empty
of you.
Without
me.
This is where I am.
This is where I will be.
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