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.
She’s beautiful as she is broken
She’s a transparent mystery
She’s a stormy rainbow coming apart at the seams
She’s the darkness in the light
She’s the sun in the night
She’s the raging wind whispering it’ll be alright…
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She sipped her tea, licked her numb lips with her tingling tongue then looked right through me.
With a loaded gun look aimed right at me, she winked. My heart stopped for I knew right then and there the fun had just begun.
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.
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
Our Demons are our own creation haunting us internally while distorting or visions externally.