
I wonder
if I am being missed
when you watch the waves
waltzing away
beneath the evening sky.
I wonder
if I am being missed
when you watch the waves
waltzing away
beneath the evening sky.
Just a painted stork
in a topaz sky
when I turned back
Caterpillar,
you shouldn't leave with
marigold's secrets
For the garden
that longs for the moon
I give paper lanterns.
I love this one particularly as it gives the illusion of moonlight.
Water lily,
your dreams can float
without dandelions
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.