this is the last poem
that I'll ever write
the very last lines
i'll set into rhyme

giving the thoughts in my head
a much needed rest
with nothing else left
that needs to be said

this is the last poem
i'll pour out on page
any left over words
i'll give them away

maybe somebody else
could use them to say
a few of the things
they've been unable to say

the very last poem
to come from this hand
with all that's been said
no need to say it again

i've weaved tapestries
from beginning to end
now feel the need
to set myself free
and set down this pen

whispers wrapped with good intentions
are delivered so easily. the silver specs
of the paper to distract what’s underneath.

I will take your words cause they’re all
you will ever give. but I have to move on
from your grasp to learn how to live.

Imposing Slate
Brushes shoulders with veiled divinity
Commanding attention from Sky Blues
Sliver cloudbursts
Spread tiny droplets of Crystal
To yield luscious Emeralds
Peeling off in sun kissed hues
Cascading towards pebbled Greys
Shots of Crimson
Mingle with Aquamarines
Gently swaying amongst traces of Gold
White tips race towards shingles
Churning Sapphires into Inky Blackness
Shepherding in an opaque understanding
Preserving its secrets
Anticipating .......
Ready to explore distant waters

(C) Pixievic

I gaze upon your beauty
Breathtaking in its wonder
I lie nestled in exquisite solitude
Beholding your majesty
King to my Queen
In hushed reverence
Dominating my vision
Noble in simplicity
I surrender myself to your moment
Giving up my heart
Abandoning all sensibility
Knowing you will never forsake me
Lulled by the gentle flooding
Of desire to never leave this place
Or your fascination

(C) Pixievic

you are beautiful
but are you
art?