Find it hard to believe that our eyes will  never meet again.
Tears sally forth as flowers do in rain.
This morning you entered my head.
Another day of wishing dead.
Not sure who.
Me or you?
Never can tell.
Abandoned in the land of base of wishing well.
Always wishing well.
As if you couldn't tell.
There's scent in the air as if you didn't know.
My suitcase is packed.
Off I go.
At tangents and right angles.
Confusion fixed.
Witches brew created.
Everything's mixed.
Magic and muffins.
Ice cream and cookie dough.
Time to call upon fairy snow.
(C) LIVVI

Quailing from the mounded earth
Dethroned and lashed from heaven's sight
A shadow strode where man had wept
His hollow husk engulfed the night

Howling deafness gnawed and chewed
Within his arms she'd come to rest
Calm agony besieged his bones
The flame of gasping eyes suppressed

Darkness drank his memories
Piercing loss cavorts in mind
All false reflections need be snuffed
To end their taunts he sought be blind

Tearful hands roared overhead
And all the stars were furiously hewn
His head flung back threw mouth agape
Gnashed his teeth and ate the moon

Simplicity
Is the
Act of giving shape
To chaos -
An affair of alchemy,
Like turning sweat
Into drops of
Silver.

(c) LazharBouazzi

Concept: the moon and her light seeps through that starry blanket, and I am enveloped in the feeling that, maybe, I belong.

A fresh wind
a walk in the park
leaves falling down
mild weather
sweaters and coffee
then winter comes
white covered land
everything draped in snow
blinded by the sparkles
.....so white

I've caught myself talking to my orchid.
Surprise myself when I call her, Baby,
As in: Baby, you could use some water.
She gets watered once a week, fifteen minute bath.
Been doing this for several years,
And she blooms for a few weeks.
I call her Molly.
Should I get help.
The dychotomy is,
She never utters a word,
But man,
Does she bloom with purity.