Lazar lights green and white,
thirty thousand people standing in the night.
******* held in the air,
Surf the pit if you dare.

Getting high on the wind,
with your new stranger friends.
Heads up and down, with the beat,
let go of your inner freak.

Go to bed with the sun,
It's never to late for some fun.
Sleep by day, play by night.
Play until the morning light.

Three days in a farmers field,
Three days you can get your thrills.
Sing along, it's your favorite song,
To soon the bands will all be gone.

trails of dark red
run down my leg
from five freshly
cut wounds

blood mingling with tears
as a devilish smile
spread across my lips

this is my secret
this is my blissful
release

Down a long lane
With a sunset in the west
Flowers here and there
Tall firs and pines
From in the distance
The song of a bubbling creek
Comes from the dark beautiful forest
Where shade mingles with twilight skies
Only the faint painting of a sunset
Is left in the celestial veil of
Sky now
Slowly the colors
Bleed and fade
Then suddenly all together vanish
As I walk down this lane
Listening to the evening sounds
Crickets, cicadas, and katydids
The song of the whippoorwill
And the solo of the wood thrush
Makes me dance alone
On that long lane
Now I skip and now I jump
And now I twirl around
'Til I make my way to that sequestered cottage
That makes beauty sing
And happy tears cry
Some say it's just a cottage
Nothing fancy or grand
But in my heart I know
That this cottage is
A Home Sweet Home indeed
And I will always remember
This scene I created and painted in my head
Perhaps this painted journeys
Will help my broken heart heal
And my broken wings mend
Whenever I think of
Sunset Cottage

*~Marian~

If words can make you immaculate
Then I will not speak for a thousand years.
Until I have captured enough of them
To stitch and wrap round your neck
Dangle down your chest.

It will be the colour of the sky, that thread
A pendant molded from the solitude of the clouds at night.
Drifting and swirling and wavering then bursting
Countless incoherent constellations.
They will be scattered on your hair and shoulder,
those stars.

When people fall in love,
They write poetries.
Perhaps,
a little like this.