Worker of words don’t blame her –

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.

Recipe to Succeed

A frogs leg for a spring in your step even on a rainy day

A firefly for a twinkle in your eye to help you find your way.

A Wolf’s song to help carry you on when the nights are long.

A breeze from a Dragon’s wings so you may see your dreams.

And last but certainly not least…

A great big helping of belief.

For nothing will ever succeed if one does not believe.

Combine slowly and take twice a day once before you get out of bed and before your pillow again touches your head.

Milky Way

Her skin itches

unbearably tight

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