Your soul

slumbers

at night under

fairytale

whispers,


and your

heart

wonders

singing

out loud

a favorite lyric

through

the universe,


like a comet

fire and embers

dancing..



the ordinary

does not

become you.


what is

over the

next hill is

more your

gypsy style.


and I

watch in awe

of you,


everything in

your life

before you.


not a yo-yo

on a string

existence,


someone

who will

leave and

then always

return to

the same

place again

and again

and again.


without

meaning.


your kisses

have great

meaning

I am certain,


like the sun

the moon

and the stars.


you hold them

in your

eyes  I

I can see

it.


sitting there

magically


in the

night.

I met a stranger today
said he missed me
I've been away
for months
but I don't know remember his name

I put a pause on real life
just to feel stuck inside my own mind

How I miss you dearly
nobody will ever miss me
like I do

everyone forgets too soon

Autumn blows against winter,
The in-betweens of transition.
The underskirts of gold and ruby
Shedding from the Earth and skies
The woods, half-bare, half unguarded,
Almost fully vulnerable
To the terminal winter.

Some deciduous trees hold on
To summer's carbon,
Leaves clinging to the naked buds--
They call it marcescent,
Unable to abscise completely
Even when the rest of the forest
Has moved on

Left dried and clutching
Holding on all winter,
Through the biting frost
Against howling nights
When the world is dark and lifeless.