Moonlight

my pretties, my lovelies. the fire is waning, you aren’t here to tend to it. please tend to it. it was only by necessity that I did what I did, I needed to do it. I was not the one who sent you away. I am not angry with you. please do not hate me. come back to me. come dance with me once more. come dance with me under the moonlight. come back to me and dance with me under the moonlight, around the bonfire. come gyrate, ululate, hop, skip, jump, wind, grind, vibrate, step with me. come. come be merry with merry with me under the blanket of dark and, light of the moon and stars. you silly little skamps. my pretty little demons, come. you kissed my soul too well for too long for me to just let you go like so. come back to me and dance with me under the moonlight, around the bonfire. it’s just not as terrifying without you.

Cherry Blossoms In The Winter Time

What do you wish of me?
Shall I tell the lady in presence.
Tell her that her absence passes without check.
Or would she rather here truth?
Warn, though the latter, my thought.
This warrants not my caution.
Lions do not sweat over the actions of springbok.
Feed my heart to the pyre.
Is thine beater in thy own possession?
Should I still hold it, perhaps?
Nay, foul considerations! Juvenile folly!
Let the thing out.
To the dirt with it.
Well left, enough.

be GOOD kids 😀

Wandering Mind

I am floating idly lost in vast waters.
Though I’m lone, I am ‘companied.
Cheery Helios on his sky trek.
At times pale-faced cryptic old man, who covers the sky with cloak of dark.
Words they never do utter.
But learnings they do impart.
Yearning comfort in their consort.
Snakes, wolves, rats and birds occasionally yet so often pass my way.
My attention they bitterly fail to capture at the end of the day.
Merchants, voyagers, sailors come by so often.
Board they afford me to their vessel.
Much to their displeasure such pleasure I afford myself not.
For mine is a purposed excursion with no destination.
That one conformed could not fathom.
Offer me no vest, for I will not drown.
Offer me no dingy, for there be no need it on my passage.
My way there and back I will find.
As are the words of the wandering mind.

be GOOD kids 😀

Word Of The Fallen

Give me the beacon.

Light the way to the kingdom, otherwise unknown,
un-owned, only guarded over by our majesty.

He who gave us flaws that comply with the next minds opposite thoughts.

Called me home.

I, whose mission is done though incomplete,
what I had wanted to do experiences unexperienced.

Dream flushed down the drain.

Feel momentary pain and smile because I am liberated and I know at
this time memories are not faded.

In loving memory of my late aunt