Mirror mirror on the wall.
Watch me watch me while I fall;
and when the dark encloses me,
make it end, let me be.

I've worn this cross for far too long,
I've read this book, sung this song.
My life, to him I gladly gave
and he took my heart down to his grave.

But with him my soul cannot lie;
my wings were bound,
yet I was meant to fly.
I'll stumble through, try to fill this space,
from when you left me alone in this hellish place.

While I was asleep last night
Someone's painted the whole world white
They've turned the raindrops into ice
Like pretty jewels they look so nice

Pretty patterns on my windowpane
Perhaps the fairies have been again
Icy flowers and ferns are there
Fairy foliage everywhere

The dormant garden sprang to life
A pretty picture overnight
See the trees and bushes all
Decked as for a fairy ball

Daddy says it isn't so
Fairies disappeared years ago
If they were ever here at all
It's just the harsh winter weather, that's all

Mummy says “They may have been”
But I shouldn't delve into things unseen
I'll be watching out for them all right
They may return in dead of night

Keith Wilson

All hearts bruise
But not all fester
And turn black

Streaming
Endlessly
the days
Between now
And eternity
In search
Of you,
my dear.

No search engine
Optimization
will find you
for me,
'cept the one
Bold enough to
break down fractured seams
Of a disparate  reality

exposing
the trickery  
That is death.

Keep showing me
Your playful games
Keep showing me
Your light

I transform
Each time
You read me
~
I am alive