She listens on
to the melody void of octaves
A phantom grasping under uncertainty
Reality handed her a flaming torch
Her dress billows in the breeze
as she burns herself free
disarrayed by flames.
writing
Don’t Be Afraid
Don’t be afraid
My silly child
Monsters are soft, suede
Like teddy, just wild
Don’t be afraid
Of monsters hiding under bed
Nightmares will fade
When the Sun rises, monsters dread
Don’t be afraid
Of the howling dawn
Weaving my love into braids
I LEFT THE STOVE ON!
Firefly
I’d love to see a firefly
Each night before I sleep
Illuminate my blanket sky
When countless sheep
Take turns to leap
I wish for a firefly
For the children that weep
Their tears would dry
When they see a firefly
Away
He was just five
When you were gone
From a cool-off drive
Each day he waits, heavier his feet on the lawn.
His eyes set sight
At the familiar swing
Everything’s not right
Without you, his wings
You promised him
You’d read him stories.
Eventually stars dimmed
Without the sun
Forming a dust stream
Of sadness, weighs a tonne.
Across The Streets
I think I found her
Seeing her across the streets
I think it’s her, vision blurred
Without glasses, my heart skips a beat
Blooming Lilacs
For Deanne
Blooming lilacs
Among greens
Are where butterflies snack
The favorite of Deanne
Have star power, she said
A bed of roses
She prefers a lilacs bed
The lilac scent composes
Matching grace
Like twilight stars
With a tender embrace
Shall carry her far
End
The end of your train ride
You alight, I board
We briefly coincide
The start of my train ride
I’m never bored
A sight of you, my eyes wide
Open, door closes
Leaves
What reason it shall gives
when the dead leaves
It used to live
Through the seasons
Green it was
Staying alive, only reason
To age, beauty pauses
Still beautiful
Leaves
I Have A Better Idea
For Sabiscuit
Almond milk I pour
I spill some
Not white but beige
Still milk
Inside I crave
For soft biscuits
If only they are perfect circles
But still crumble away
I settle down
Never my heart
I can’t eat biscuits
Dandelion
For Auntie Carol
Untouched sand they once were
Blew away, the gentle wind sings
Settled on the dandelions fur
Or somewhere far it brings
Out the window twilight greets
Song birds and honey bees
Shall gather around for treats
And the dandelions will open with ease
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