I turned around then.

And questioned.

All that I thought I knew disappeared.

Leaving only the belief;

In spite of myself, I was still loved.

Indeed, Love, could not help itself.

They say that there is one
I at the heart of a storm.
This is not true.
There are two.

Butterfly blue and Phoenix ash grey,
The other molten wood full of firefly flicker.
Looking in, Looking out.

Moonlight cord taut between two like a bowline straining
in the tide.
The only glint in the earthly waves crashing, two points the only
anchor.

Adeline lives in  Far Away
where magic fairies with dragons float on  rainbows n' candy
all night, n' day
She took a trip down Abby road where giants live with
talking toads
on a weekend out with friends
where Adeline has decided to go again
but this time she won't be calling home
her parents lost her long ago
tripping down Abby road...

*Adeline is only twelve years old

Let me be your Isis
I'll scavenge the land for the pieces of you they've stolen
and fit each and every piece back together with delicate fingers
Your kintsugi astounds me, each and every break so beautiful
It is not my reflection I admire as my eyes dwell along and ride
the golden rivers you try and keep from me
Let me be your Isis
let me see the melancholy spill from your eyes
the snap of your spirit when my words are like sin
I am not perfect, and I will drown in my folly like gin
down my father's throat
my father does not know how to swim.
But your pain is like a gasp of breath sometimes
when it reminds me that you are of the firmest birch tree
your bark does not bend to just any wind
and the symphony of susurrus that accompanies the midnight
breeze, escaping the ivory lamina of your leaves, each note
leaping off of every blade like a dancer,
are NOT composed by just any sultry sylph
Let me be your Isis
Be my Osiris, a masterpiece