I tell my secrets to children
in the form of fairy tales
A "Once upon a time," is enough
to quiet down their wails
and I spin stories as well as spiders
weaving webs that a lost child
must navigate the tangled trails
with cleverness and wit
sharper than any sword
more accurate than any arrow
I speak of children who questioned
the established path of rejection
and this misguided idea of reciprocity,
"You must suffer because it happened to me."
Because my blessing in life was not brute strength
but a clear mind and clever tongue.
I tell my secrets to children
so that they may grow smarter because of them.

Darling if you look into my eyes,
You know my love for you is endless,
The smile for you is the sweetest.
I'll swim across the oceans
Climb any mountains,
Fight the dragons and the men,
I would wear your colours,
I would drink your teas and eat your pizzas,
I would go miles.
But darling,
If you want me to say I love you
All you would hear is silence.
I would never go to you
And tell you i need you.
I dont want to be in the same room with you,
Because then i would be blind
And could only see you.
I dont want to stand next to you,
For i might die of holding my breath
So you can't hear the loud beating in my heart.
I would move away from you,
For fear that when you leave
I won't be able to move from there.
Darling if you would hold my hands,
I would hold yours

Marvelous, matchless, magical, moonlit midnight,
With a superabundance of sparkly, summery stars,
Peacefully placid, pure and prettily plummy,
Radiantly rich, rhapsody resplendent rapture!
Fragrant flowers frolic freely in your fervence,
Eye-catching and exquisite in their exuberance,
Bouncing blissfully in breezy, blooming ballet.
Inexhaustible and intoxicating and intriguing,
Dazzling and delightful, and doubtlessly dreamy

The air is foggy,
And the sky is grey,
You can not see its blue today,
A suffocating silence fills this place,
And his empty seat's left a space,
So hollow and dim in my heart.

He sat right there next to the lamp,
But that place is cold and damp,
He left us in such a hurry,
Oh how much he made us worry!

I remember him really well,
Stories of fairies he would tell,
He'd tell us where the monsters dwell.
Generation by Generation told,
Stories with the worth of gold,
Stories containing young and old.

But now he's gone,
and I'm in grief,
Why must the world,
be such a thief?