The purple sky thundering the heartbeat of the dark,
Her soul swirling, spiraling; her eyes, a blinding spark.

The wind – a messenger to the earth from the heavens above
Howling, then whispering of her cravings, of her love.

Comes then the sky and her heartbeat; the world lights up again;
Dancing down the aisle behind white veils of pouring rain...

~Wordsmith

The city lights twinkle like the stars
In dark, starry sky.
Alone is a nice place to be...

For only a second,
As you blow away across the blue satin lake,
Won't you look over your shoulder?

I'll wait here
For I've come as far as these treacherous, dancing waters will let me.
Even further.

The midnight blue wins the heart
Of the wild, dark and dancing sunset.
The winds shall blow again...

                                        ~ Wordsmith

The moon adorns her bonnie bride
With veils of wind and rippling lake;

Cold fingertips, blind eyes, sealed shut;
My oath to keep; your word to break.

Pretty people don't lie, my love;
Murdered hearts don't feel but pain.

Your eyes saw me a stranger, love,
A stranger never to feel again.

Tears shine where silver letters shone;
Stone memories, lost; 'neath the tree,

I await you, love, my life in the past
And a fistful of stars for you and for me...

                                              ~Wordsmith