Life*:
It buds
From winter's
Melting blanket
As gentle rain breathes
Life into newborn seeds.
Dewy blades sprout from waking
Earth, who rises from a timely
Slumber. And willow leaves dance to the
Fluttering melodies of the warm breeze.

I see the night sky
Illuminated by the brilliant stars
That are the stage lights.
Radiating from the epicenter
Like the sun,
I feel their soft rays on my face,
warm and nourishing.
Beyond,
The outside world
Enveloped in darkness.
The black expanse conceals onlookers,
But I can feel their presence.
Their energy infuses the air,
Every molecule heavy with anticipation.
The electric atmosphere fuels my passion.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of the them all?*

Not you of course, your hair's a fright.
Those fuzzy strands are quite the sight.
Your lipstick’s smudged,
Your eyes too small,
You hardly resemble a model at all.
Your torso's too short,
Your ******* are too small,
Your thighs are too wide,
And your nose is too long.
But,
Before you start crying,
Or making a fuss,
Remember your eyes are not to be trust.
An image of beauty that you fail to see,
Is reflected directly in front of me.
My dear, I'm not lying,
It's as plain as can be.
A vision of beauty stands before me.