Moments like these
it really hits home
I am loved
but completely alone.

I know I should feel lucky
I have a roof above me
but since the day you went away
just haven't felt enough to be happy.

It's interesting to think about
that I no longer have any doubt
if I wanted to be without
life or feeling or that pesky thing breathing

In this moment I would have peace.

It would take at least all night for someone else to go through any pain because of me.

I could be free.

But yet here I am.

Thought of all those stones hitting my window

The crush lover is like a austere sword
Marble frames
Blue veins

Ducheess ice skies
Pure white sheets
Padded look
Wavy gold hair
Lighthouse freckles reflections

The spellcaster in her room
Gentle sender
Captivating eyes
Creator of edens

She prepares her cotton spell
Si           tele             swee
lk           pa              ts
thy
Mi        dia                 du
lk         mond        st

Thought of all those instants gemstones pictures

- Codelandandmore //23:50 PM ©

Autumn
Morning
Rose and marigold sunrise
breaks through,
an exotic beauty of the East
veiled, bejeweled, captivating
she renders her enticing dance
as trees shower saffron and russet leaves
petals strewn upon her stage

Autumn
   Afternoon
No butterflies appear
no hummingbirds
the late day sun spreads
a golden blanket
for aster, rose, and dahlia
its folds
the shadows soft and
dreamlike

Autumn
the world slows
around me

Summer blossoms nod
drifting off to sleep
while the breeze invites
a crimson leaf
to dance
one last dance

Autumn
I sit alone in my garden
as if holding
the hand
of a dying friend

Opal
her name was
Opal
she should have been
Aunt
Opal
but she was
just
Opal

she was bossed around
and tossed around
by our Aunt Marie

we were afraid of her
Opal, that is

though Marie was no
sweet cup of tea

afraid just because she
looked different

though later
long after she’d gone
remembering her smiling round face
and thin slanted eyes
I guess we realized

but back then, we were kids
we didn’t understand
we didn’t see her much

and they didn’t tell us a thing

not who she was
not why she was there
not even that she was kin to our dad
a sister, in fact

she didn’t seem really loved
didn’t seem cared for that much
yet she was so quiet
and
calm

I’d love to go back
I’d love the chance
to smile and look up to her eyes
then
I’d take her hand
lead her gently around
and
call her my sweet
Aunt Opal!