Lay my bones down
on the river bank so
I can grow green and brown,
as the seasons change
the ground crumbles and
reveals my name.

Upon the mornings wake
my eyes open wide
as the stars fade
into the current of black.

The night left me
in the beams of morning
so I can shine until
the moon returns.

I am star dust preparing
for my burst,
a rebirth
a recycled soul floating
in space.
Waiting for my returning.

Will I ever leave?
You imagined me,
you are reminded of me
by visiting my passed expressions.

Do we ever delete?
Do we ever leave?
Once you breathe
you become a breath of air
traveling through space.

Like a candle in the window,
I linger for awhile,
my scent is free,
my fire is bright.
I burn within your mind.

I live on through what I write
for I am like a tattoo,
I leave behind
ink smears of experiences.

I am made up of years of
writing and drawing.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Oh Goosy,
a feathered love letter.

Goosy Goosy, oh where shell
I place my heart?

It's light as a feather floating
around looking for your heart.

Upon the heavenly beams of mornings light it shimmers
soft and white wispy swirling around in gay delight. Honking to each other.

Oh Goosy, where is your fault?

Your lofty warm embrace,
softly touches my blushing face.

Oh Goosy, what shell I do?

No dove or crow will do,
nor a beautiful Swan gazing from the pond. Only you my
Goosy love will ever do.

Two geese lovers embrace
across the pond, feathers
aflutter as they dance
under cover of their
goosy down.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Change is coming
I can feel it in my bones,
its rattling, creaking and
knocking at my door.

Change collected skeleton's
inside my closet,
I didn't invite it,
it came and sat beside me, whispered to me its secrets
and stored what it could.

Like a spider,
change wrapped me up
in its web, prepared me
for the difference in which
I am a prisoner
between
life and death
where
I hang in the balance.

A bag of stars
I carry on my back,
wishes yet to be cast
upon the night sky,
full of threads and needles
ready for my stitches and
new designs.

A bucket for my dreams
in one hand, flooded reality,
over streaming to the edge
with lucid daydreams washing
my mind with endless
possibilities.

The possibilities are so vast
it seems a void is all around
me, my dreaming eyes
are open wide
for I am never blind but
I am ignorant.

Without ignorance
I wouldn't learn how to see
with my lucid mind,
the possibilities would be
a true void and
my dreams would be
a lie.

I once was a daydreamer
but I flew over the mountains
and over the Seas of possibilities
coming to the edge of my life
realizing, I need to rest.

My stars are fixed
and my life is full.

For now I am a thread
in the eye of a needle
ready for change to
guide me.

©️2023 By Amanda Shelton