if I am being missed
when you watch the waves
beneath the evening sky.
Just a painted stork
in a topaz sky
when I turned back
you shouldn't leave with
For the garden
that longs for the moon
I give paper lanterns.
I love this one particularly as it gives the illusion of moonlight.
your dreams can float
Do you know the lore of the crimson rose and the thorns?
The thorns resented the glory of the rose and the curses that came their way.
It grew and turned them insane.
In a moment of madness they gored her petals over and over until her flesh bled out red.
The thorns didn’t know that even then she would be beautiful and she would be reborn as a dragon rose with white stripes, a souvenir of the scars left by the thorns.