My regrets and sorrows slumber in snow
at the idea of loving again.
My soul wishes for the bridge to connects
us so I may enter your dream palace
unafraid. Just to catch the sight of you.
My heart on my sleeve, my soul in the mist
and something echoes in my mind,
the idea of love.

A concept so beautiful that it can transcend
a lifetime as well as destroy a nation.
My soul will sleep in sorrow's snow
till the day I will rise again tall and strong
When the need to shed my tears has gone
I live for tomorrow and tomorrow's tomorrow
Until you sit by in to feel the hearth
inside my heart.

Knife cuts the scone smooth
Happy thoughts with bitter taste
Fragrant memories

My quill dipped in ink
Sunny days now turn to snow
In a cold embrace

There's something addictive about solitude
because you don't want to deal
with the noise that is
people

The calmest ventures
You can't silence a bird's song
They sing of success

Within my floral heart
are songs that have grown
from flowers I either
love or loathe

The lily is one that I love
And there are many variations
to be admired.
It is the blushing ****** of the water.
That wakes from much strife,
rising from filth for the
kiss of the sun.

~AND ~

Then there's the lily of the valley
the bright star of Morn.
A crying flower in my eyes
The lily of the valley among thorns
bowing their humble heads.
Frail clouds above whispering grass
that sway left and right, left and right.

Sweet watery beauty in one eye, weeds
hanging from a noose in another.
Out of the umbran moments, they seem to bloom
with their scintillating lights.
Blushing pink or white or blue or yellow
stars.

The earth is kissed and blessed with flowers,
each blessed with their own song.
Even I struggle to uncover their secrets.
Even I can not fully decipher their fragrance
All there is is fragments
so sad tales in desert air

Within my floral heart
are songs that have grown
from flowers I either
love or loathe

No matter the sun-rays,
or her many tears,
she will rise for
she has a song to sing

I shouldn't be...sorry
I couldn't be...sorry
I can't be...sorry
I won't be...sorry
Why should I be...sorry?
How could I be...sorry?
Why can't I be...sorry?

Sorry.
Sorrow.
   Sullied.
       Serried.

I should be proud of the smile I wear, right?
...no?
...I'm sorry...

-
I will deafen my soul to the chords
of discord.
-

The breath of fire,
the steps of ice

Locked in an
eternal dance

Drink from the glass
of ice, and all you are
is preserved

Drink from the wine of
fire, and all you are
will absorb and grow,
spread, warm and


destroy

I will listen
I will tend to
I will ensure
that I only dance to
the tune of a very
sound mind

A kiss under stars
is the greatest place to be
For they are our sparks

While silence is golden,
our speech is silver
Use at the appropriate time
because they are killer

From a silvern tongue
to glittering silence
Both can be peaceful
as well as defiant

I believe at one point,
we are all flies in a web.
Stuck and bound by one
great spider.

Who's calm and cool
when it comes to
control because they
can bind us down
and pull strings over our
heads.

It's the only way for them
to feel powerful, and that
feeds into their predatory
nature.

The webs they spin coat
and change who we are
as well as becoming what
they need.

A meal.
     Helpless.
            Trapped.

And we become comfortable
in that disrespect for us.
Yes.
At one point in our lives,
we are flies in a web.

Most people stay flies from
birth to the hearse.
Some people are natural
born spiders; deceptive.
controlling.

To all those flies,
people like me,
who flew and escaped
from countless spiders,
it's long overdue
that we become
one.

The night spreads humbly
I wait for day to return
I am lost in thought

Naiads of the Spring
Whose dance is hypnotising
Fill the air with laughs

Naiads of the Spring
Sweet and playful, yet so kind
Share beauty of rain

Change of my yonder
Spring's kiss embraces me so
Swans glide on still ponds

Spring, how gracious is your name,
full of light and life and colour.
Songbirds in their woodland nests
emerge and sing, feeding their
chicks or teaching them to fly
The coat of white has become a
soft, healthy green.
At the sound of her sweet laugh,
swallowtails, each a shade of
a rainbow, flutter around her and
into the distant glades.
Her olive skin drinks in the gentle
sunlight, her pink silks ***** around
her small ******* and hips, her
bare feet crushing the grass.
She twirls, her arms outstretched.
With the jingle of her bracelets,
a warm breeze passes.
A flick of her brown curls,
flowers burst into the bloom
from the earth, filling the air
with their sweetness.
A snap of her slender fingers,
the clouds split in two and
with her gaze from her emerald
eyes, there is no discord;
harmony in the air.
Harmony everywhere...
'Hear me, Sisters,' she chimes,
'Hear it all, hear the cheer of Spring!'

The cold days have passed
Winter will become so sweet
The wait is over

See the stars that dreams
of a life of true meaning
And full of wonders

Look to painted skies
Sweet tastes from the coloured stars
The cold cloaks eternal

My prayers answered
I value the gift of life
Rewards of nature

Flags drift softly still
The stars emerge, bringing joy
Light shines vivid

Listen as the Starlings break
my somber thoughts with
songs

My inner star-seed
shines as above and below
transcend my lifetime

When I close my eyes, I begin to drift.
I see myself.
F  L  O  A  T  I  N G
~❤︎~❤︎~❤︎~❤︎~❤︎~
As I pass the walls of sinless dreams,
I am finally free to dance
and laugh and twirl
and spin
~❤︎~❤︎~❤︎~
In a sea of white
and blue and pink
stars.

Wine flows bright and red
From daybed, she hears Pisa
Her kingdom bustles

How is it that ideas are
waterfalls in my mind
but my hand is so still?

The storms of my mind
though unstable and turbulent
has finally calmed

The destiny of madness and greatness
is printed and flipped on the Gods'
coin. It has shadowed the
silver-haired, violet-eyed
beauty from the storm
of her birth

-
Although there are times where we humans stray
and feel lost in the dark, light will find a way
-

Rain                  
falling                  
in the stream                  
The savage winds                  
blow                  

                    One
                      thousand
        ­                leaves sail down
                         red, green, yellow
                     lost

The                                    
willow                                    
shakes and weeps                                  
heads bowed strokes stream                                    
sad                   ­                 

                               Light
                               it rises
                                It flies by
                                 A fresh golden
                                 sight

Excitement bubbles
Knowledge and confidence gained
First day went so well

Found a second home
Time now frozen in a click
Anxieties die

Knowledge still growing
Man, social media has
alot of power

The trip was awesome
Learning about the camera
The first week's over

I'm now in week 2
Learned about Instagram
Curious but bored

A productive day
I went to a film screening
Fun, but I'm so drained

People are opinionated

but it's never fact

They're so quick to pick

at you and say what you lack

They'll say all sorts about you

Especially as you glow

But their words are wind

Take it and let it go

Passions in summer
Rising sun is lost in time
Struggles of wonder

Sitting in the shade of ****** lilies, is
          the blessed beauty, the Heart of Summer
Her skin, shimmering russet  
Her eyes, molten gold            
           Her lips, pouty rose buds                  
  Her hair, a slick raven halo      
Her body, curvaceous and slender
Flaunted by her diaphanous lilac robe

Through her sculpted nose, she inhales the
warm clime; her feet upon the verdure.
As she walks through the gardens,  the
flowers burst into blooms, trumpets
to the song of working honey bees.
Ahead is a lake, clear, crystal and celestine,
stars dance and wink upon the surface.

She picks the daisies and adorns it in
her hair, thinking of her great empery.
Here in the palms of light and love, there
is no sin and no pain.
She hears the ringing bells of
nature, the song of wings.
'For I love all life and light,' she smiles, 'and more,
I will bring.'

Bring joy, dear sunshine
Love and touch all near and far
The Queen thinks, pensive

Dream in sunny fields
Gift of life and sands of time
are indeed precious

Before my journey
to King Paul's Palace Gala
I received a note

Being curious
I opened it and I gasp
and I fall in shock

My voice has been heard
Now I'll have a new conquest
But first, a small test

One I'm sure I'll pass
Then my studies will begin
Another conquest

Fighting the dark
And feeling so overwhelmed
Wish for still waters

Fly sooner than hoped
To find what I have long lost
This is my swansong