There is pain in her eyes,
Pain she is willing to share

Only if you dare approach her

The natural order of the earth can be and
will be disturbed

The beauty of all that has been created
can and will suddenly change

All we can do is sit back and admire it
or resist it with great passion

Either way, the same outcome will arise.

The design of the world reminds me
that not everything I do can damage
the plan

Not everything I see must change
the plan

And not everything I hear becomes
truth

La lune est merveilleuse
Mais, c’est bleu.
La lune est super.
C’est une lune de sang.
Une belle catastrophe.


The moon is marvelous.
But, it is blue.
The moon is super.
It is a blood moon.
A beautiful catastrophe.

written 30 January 2018
By The Lenora
All rights reserved.

the parched winds wrap around my arm
as if they're trying to tell me something

I can't help but hear all but nothing
at the time they pull me away

and I can't help but feel
like something's not right

laughter in a field of obliterate roses
waiting for the moon to shine down on me

my lost hopes sing in the misty cold
where have you been,
where would you be?

It is this evening
That I realize they are all washing away

I had hoped for this day,
But instead find it rather complicated

As it reminds me of the reality
Of what is yet to come
And what has already came