Who ever told you that
         Words are useless
            Has never truly
              Experience them
                 Dance around their minds
                    And feel them through
                        Their souls personally

                              
                      ­           What’s left unsaid
                                     Has left unhealed

I want to see the northern lights
but I cannot say why

it is said that sometimes
if conditions are right
you can see them from here

but it never seems to work
for me

even if the sky is clear
I cannot see them
when I am told I might

others say they have seen them here
I don’t think I believe them

some set a camera
on very long exposure
to take their picture

I can’t stare at the sky
for a very long time
all at once
like a camera

maybe I want to see them
because I haven’t seen them before

there are other things I want to see
but never have

like the life I was meant to have
with you

maybe if I’d had
a better camera

Enabler
Martyr
Perpetuator
Guilty as charged but finally able to file it away and throw it to the wind
Traveling forward
Forward

C@rainbowchaser2023

we walked around
in the spring

we picked flowers
and you put them in your pocket
you were so small beside me

I know we haven't talked in years
but I miss you so much my dear

I used to take so many pictures of the sky
now I don't even go outside

not sure what changed
but I'm to blame

Some in Boundaries.
Some in Thoughts.
Some in Love.
Some in Hate.
Some by Desires.
Some by Wealth.
Some by Health.

I wonder where my little pagan princess is?
No doubt, she's out casting spells,
or getting her nails, hair, and lips painted black.
I gave her a broomstick for her birthday and said it was cheaper on gas than her Saab.
She failed to see the humor in it.
What I wouldn't give to find a woman that dug watching sunsets, The Three stooges, and listening to Miles Davis; that looked alive, instead of like Morticia from the Adams Family,  or some demented funeral
director on crack.

She's got a meeting with the
coven tonight.
I suggested that we get some
Chardonnay, put on some Van Morrison, and make love by
the fireplace.
She just cackled and flew off,
in her Saab, not on the broomstick.