There are clouds covering my soul
and I know the rain they're crying
is hurting your heart too.
I'd make it nice and shiny
just so you can feel the warmth,
but I don't know how to do it anymore.
Clouds of silence darkening me whole
unspoken words I have for you
are dying under the tempest
while the blank page stares at me
and I feel useless.

A rain of fire
burning us both.

The sun always shines after a storm
and I hope
a rainbow will appear
before these falling flames
will turn us to ashes
flying over the ocean between.

Most bi*  r  ds call me ugly but
   I'm be  a  utiful & intelligent
     than  v  ultures and most of
  all oth  e  r birds gracing
   the ve  n  *etian skies

How like a feather
in dancing fields, royal hues
perfume the twilight.

A golden pinwheel;
Tall and proud, the face of day,
burns bright Love's bounty.

The flowers of the Sunflower
turn to greet the sun everyday
As the sun travels across the sky
the flowers follow
And as the sun goes down
they droop over in mourning

Dandelions seeds
float with the breeze
travel to far off adventures
to grounds where they fall

Only to be treated
as unwelcome pest
where other flowers
are allowed
to bloom
and grow tall

Yellow pedals
only desire to stare
at the sky

As they're plucked
out of the ground
where
they reside

Some will say that
they're just a ****
but there's beauty
and grace
in drifting seeds

Her soft petals fall,
easy as wild poetry:
muse for medicine.

You're like a bird
The way you unload
Before flying off.