The breezes caress the pretty pine trees,
Softly dancing in the bright warm sunshine,
The flowers are waltzing in the sweet breeze;
All I can think of is heartbreak and time.

The sweet showers bring back the crescent Moon,
And all the air a sad nostalgia holds,
The sun will so shortly be setting soon;
And the smell of Dusk lulls the distant folds.

The tree frogs murmur their songs in the creek,
And all I can do is heave a sad cry,
The mountains are covered in beauty meek;
And out of the nowhere the breezes sigh.

From the forest the sounds of a harp dance,
Through the sweet solitary blowing breeze,
My head is lost in a sweet dreamy trance;
That runs and joins the sweet greener leaves.

The beauty goes on forever…endless,
Lost in the vast quantities of sea,
Dewdrops the petals of flowers caress;
And leaves but a little moment to me.

Flowers unfurl their petals at sweet Night,
When ev’ryone’s asleep the Fairies dance,
When I perchance see their very sight;
I’m lost into an endless veil of trance.

*~Marian~

her languid face stirs slowly
from its lines
and within it harbours an echo of alarm
as the thoughts like distant thunderstorm that rises on the sky
awaken within her

fleeting moments chase each other across her eye
each one bearing the weight of meaning a little further
than the last until the final one gasping
and sweating it lay its burden to a fitful rest
on the doorpost of her denials
like a blood stained accusation
like a scarlet letter

she greases her hands to the task
and works muscle and bone against the tide
but it is a idea birthed in folly
it is a concept of true lies

harrowing tales regaled around table
of men who strove and men who wept
thouse who slipped benith the waves
with desperate plea sent forth having failed
and thouse who triumph plays over and over in old age's eye
but none were ever told
that did not bear her tainted signature
ink and sweat in fine carved lines
on her dusty limbs

she now sees that she too must one day face
fates indifferent game
must one day choose
and risk all at the hand of chance

her hands greased to the task
her true lies shatter resistance
break stone
tales to regale tonight of the maidens
ink and sweat delicate lines
on her ***** dusty limbs

beautiful boy with deep green eyes
a hidden river of hurt and lies
cover me up with your sweet smile
a kiss on the cheek to last me a while

lovely boy with eyes so blue
I wish I could give myself to you
lay by your side in fields so sweet
filled with the sound of our heartbeat

handsome boy with the darkest of eyes
not a thing of you do I despise
your sweet laughter and tender words
are the loveliest things I've ever heard

- j.r.