Always with her, our seasons change;
Love emerging while stars rearrange.
Gentle rainfall from sun-filled skies
As tears of joy well in her eyes.
As smiles form from tears of love,
Peace-filled rainbows form above.
When bereaved, her world turns gray;
Her happiness, warming clouds away.
With the wind, she follows suit,
Across the skies as bright stars shoot.
A gift to earth from the heavens above,
Our warm sun sent to show her love.
She views the world as her own,
Safely orbiting her guardian, our moon.
© 2014 Ashley Jean.
All rights reserved.
Intellectual property of the author.
I heard the sound of your voice
Cradled in the warmth
Of your warmth.
The ocean waves
Formed my memory,
Created the beat of my heart.
A joy in the light.
Hand held to shaking feet,
Feet held to earth ,
Earth held to possibility.
Through open doors.
A book of truth.
The letters outlined
The words tied
In anxious tongue.
Inquiring minds want to know
What is love?
What is life?
For golden days.
Castles made in nothing
Less permanent than sand.
A cyclical motion
From end to end
I have betrayed you
For foolishness kept
In envy of mystery.
In pauper’s hands.
A soul unbounded
In the darkest hour
Of my abyss.
I will return to you -
Forsake me not.
Love bereft of condition,
Love in the steps of a child.
Cradle to earth,
Earth to the heavens,
Carried on the love of
Well well well sailor
Tucked the gun back into your pants
Panting all overcome
With obsessive you don't know what
Here I am the future mermaid
Isn't it where the drowned go if heaven spits them out?
Don't know if they'd accept.
Cheers to you frightened
Never a complete silence in the open sea
Sing yourself a song of solitude
Next time you wish to put me back in place
Where you belong
With your fear of stupidity.
Or maybe... Maybe I won't leave
Yes, I probably won't
I tried once or twice before.
Alter ego is not for me to choose
My doppelgänger gangsta crazy beach.
So please, if you decide to have a snack
Out of my good intentions
May I suggest pickling?
So it may last you through lifetime
Of self imposed misery.
Add lemon so it's not too fishy
And salt generously with your f...ng tears
I guess you're right, angry is better than depressed
I was passing through my childhood
on a bike
to the delight of flying with the balloons
من از کودکی هایم می گذشتم
بر چرخی که می راندم
...تا شوق به پرواز درآمدن با بادبادک ها