I was walking through the woods one day when I saw a peculiar thing.
A shark flying through the air without a sail or wing!
He stared, he did, and so did I
He was looking at me with a glare in his eye.
I nearly died on the spot with fright but still I kept my head;
I quickly rummaged through my things and found a rope instead.
With one graceful swing, I lassoed the beast-
A thing that did not please him in the least.
I laughed at his face and he rolled his eyes,
But I could tell he was accepting his demise.
I climbed onto the shark and I’ll never forget
How we rode past the trees and into the sunset.

My love of nature is only surpassed
By the sheer magnitude of its own grace.
Its playful creatures, its leaves em’rald cast
The gleam of the sun, the moon’s brilliant face.

I waltz through the wood, my heart aflutter;
The dappled shadows whisper at my heels,
Butterflies float past in a sweet mutter,
Fallen leaves caress the ground it conceals.

Admiration bubbles up inside me,
Similar to a babbling brook in June,
The thrill of nature seems to set me free;
I fall into the soft grass as I swoon.

Here in the wildwood I can reminisce
Of times when everyone knew of life’s bliss.

The ******* the hill
Sitting quietly under the stars as they sing
The night sky is as dark
As a raven’s wing

The girl beams,
Her smile as brilliant as a comet’s tail,
I call to her,
But to no avail

So I go, silent as an owl, instead
Sitting with the ******* the hill
The moon looms overhead
And the night is still

She gazes at the sky, as sweet as a dove
“Look about you” is her gentle command
As she sweeps the starlit sky
With a wave of her hand

The girl laughs and speaks
Of the stars over yonder
Her voice as mellifluous as song
Lulling my senses as I wonder

Is Earth an only child?
What’s beyond the sky?
Is there life out in that world
Where the stars lie?

As the girl finishes her yarn,
We reflect on our simple dreams
She rises as slowly as the tide
The girl is wiser than she seems

I stare at the sky,
Answering the stars’ beckoning call
I smile like a child and say,
“Earth sure is small.”

All my life
I was allowed to appreciate the world around me
But lacked the means to express how

I could speak of the fluttering of a starling’s wings
Lifting into the majesty of the sky
By stirring the air
But you would not understand
The loneliness they stir in me

I could describe the stature of the far-off mountain
The snow-ridden summit stark white
Vehement in its unyielding presence
But you would not see
The spark of vehemence I feel in its wake

I could illustrate the way the sun sinks behind the hills
Staining the clouds orange and pink
Causing a blanket of soft light to awaken the earth
But you would not recognize
The nostalgia it awakens in my tired soul

I could narrate your mannerisms with clarity
The gentle smiles and nervous fidgeting
Shyly nodding in mild acquiescence
But you would not notice
The utter joy that holds me under its sway
As you lull my heart with your words

A masquerade, that’s my existence
I wear a pretty mask and keep my distance
Those who take notice flock to me
But it’s only my mask that they see

Afraid of my own visage, I
Embellish my façade and lie
I remain clinging to this foolish hope
That through these fallacies, I’ll cope

Tears and pain and hate stowed away
Behind a mask with a brilliant array

A careless comment knocks my mask loose
In mortification, I sob and mutter an excuse
This pathetic person cannot possibly be
The lovely mistress you thought to be me

Without my mask, I’m an evident mess
Opulent not in beauty but in stress
Avert your eyes, this is my ugly truth
The witnesses sneer, “How uncouth.”

So, I beg of you, please, I implore
Leave on my mask you so adore.

I hate the manner of the lilting song
My heart plays when your presence graces mine
You step so gently as you waltz along
Stars dance in your eyes as I reach cloud nine

No, wait! This false love is quite misguided
I know your facade deceives from your flaws
The painted smile you wear has subsided
And your gait slows as you come to a pause

The smile you wear is as fragile as glass
Unallowing of others to assuage
The vexing fears and pain that you amass
Your negativity kept in a cage

I beg of you, let down your walls for me
Let this cynic be as sweet as can be.

I thought of being an artist
A career I’ve always dreamed
But perhaps I wasn't the smartest
It wasn’t as it seemed

The lines disconnect and break
These colors a garish hue
A piece most bleak and fake
Is one I always rue

My hands mislead my mind
Unable to recreate for me
The picture I imagined, I find
This frustration a hefty fee

Art is expression, or so they say
But how can I express, I ask,
When my art only blocks the way
And proves a more daunting task?