My visions alone
can't
help this need
to be so set
apart.

Apart without
ever losing sight
of the word
to come.

Far enough
ahead to
see all it is they
**** to protect.

High along
the edge of
our earth,
high enough to
see across the
flat horizon.

Far enough to
see the
secrets  beyond
the ice.

I am not congruent
If you open me up
You will find mismatched bones
And the disjointedness of me

Every jungle has a snake
I am in the garden of Eden
And my peers feel like
They are the conspirators

I am loved, often
He holds me and I sleep
But nothing is perfect
Nothing can stay, not even him

I am brittle and fragile
My bones break on a nightly basis
My mother fears I'll crumble
We all turn to ash, one day

I HAVE heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods
Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees
Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put away
The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness
That empty the heart.  I have forgot awhile
Tara uprooted, and new commonness
Upon the throne and crying about the streets
And hanging its paper flowers from post to post,
Because it is alone of all things happy.
I am contented, for I know that Quiet
Wanders laughing and eating her wild heart
Among pigeons and bees, while that Great Archer,
Who but awaits His hour to shoot, still hangs
A cloudy quiver over Pairc-na-lee.

On clouds of gold, warm and soft



The sweet breezes bring me back to you.



The scents of times gone by, awake my soul



Transport me back on humming birds wings,



Rainbow flutterings, that carry me to lost times,



Memories, as soft as feathers rain down, and



Awake the reminiscences in my heart,



As gentle as baby breath they flow,



Through me until my soul has melted,



And droplets pour unfettered onto the ground.



Trembling like an autumn leaf in the wind,



The chill of loss and all that is lost, envelops me



Oh my sacred love, adored beyond dreams,



My all, my life, my laughter, come back to me



Dont leave me with no sound in my deaf ears,



No words from your mute lips.

but i watched the way you tilted your head last night
studied how you looked at the screen

wrote into my permanent memories how
the light cast shadows in your hair

from where I was sitting, I was looking at you from the knees up
and couldn't help but think

how much I wanted to paint pictures on your neck
with my lipstick

i like to watch the tide rolling into shore
take a little rest and roll away once more.

travelling on it axle  as the world is turning round
to another place covering the ground.

then it turns again to where it used to be
rolling very gently heading back to  me

A blue-eyed phantom far before
  Is laughing, leaping toward the sun;
Like lead I chase it evermore,
  I pant and run.

It breaks the sunlight bound on bound;
  Goes singing as it leaps along
To sheep-bells with a dreamy sound
  A dreamy song.

I laugh, it is so brisk and gay;
  It is so far before, I weep:
I hope I shall lie down some day,
  Lie down and sleep.