It is every ladies fantasy to find a poet who can encase her so perfectly in writing.
To feel so worthy of being placed in words so all may see her for all of eternity.
I know at least for me this will never be, and this is okay with me.
For in my heart of hearts I know I am not worthy of such arts.
Words flow but they hardly come and go.
I have never been one to sit and stay so the lines of a page for me are a cage and would only bring dismay.
Perhaps this is why I will never be placed into a grave…
Sing my soul into a song so I may dance with the leaves in a cool eve’s breeze for all to hear throughout the years.
The sky is set ablaze by the suns furious rage at the coming of the night.
Still, the dragons fly through the clouds coming in and out of sight
Flying over you and me and yet there is only one wonder I would rather see.
She rises from the dust of stars
Ready for the endless wars
Her lover tears her heart apart
Bit by bit
Piece by piece
She smiles at such sweet release
Then gazes upon the world prepared to feast as she truly is a beautiful beast.
Her skin itches
in the day’s light
Coming not so soon
is the moon
bathed in the darkness of the night
In the wane light
She tears the facade away
layer after layer
revealing that which flows beneath her skin
Now all can see
the stars within her
burning so very brightly
What lies inside a Dragon’s Den?
A tricky treasure able to help a Kingdom begin … or bring it to its end.
As the stars collide he slips inside.
No, not into a black hole but into her soul
Chaos gives way to her being insane spinning out of control.
Still, there is much to gain if he can see through the pain as she dances in the rain.
“The storm is within all of us, to prevent it is to only help it grow, to end it one must only let go…”
Pushing past him with arms wide open she walked into the heavy rain.
Laughing as the thunder roared and rumbled deep within her soul.
Each flash of lightning leaves a singeing kiss upon her skin.
Still, she dances in the downpour hoping it would wash away her fears that she holds so near to her heart they threaten to tear it apart.
A small piece of a larger work in progress…