Summer has murdered the fairest of Springs
Green leaves have withered upon the tree boughs
Ruby-Throated Hummingbirds do not sing
Breezes no longer through the pine trees sough
Summer has torn out the heart of the dove
Sunshine no longer dapples on the path
Butterflies no longer dance up above
Summer is glad with the power it hath
Now the bluest of skies has bled to grey
Farewell, sweet sapphire skies no more to see
Now there is only one hour in a day
And withered flowers never waltz gladly
Spring is dead and Summer is here to stay
Now Time and Happiness have run away

*~Marian~

You look an untold age
When I look through you I see only mystery
A body so young
And a mind so wise

To understand the translucent shadow
A pawn staring at a giant
Incredible power diluted only by your surroundings

I see you time and time again
But the shadows hide me from your sight
The light you shine is a plague
That spreads to all with an open mind

You are a wild stallion trotting where you please
A gate holds you that one day you will jump
Unbound you will run free
No one will slow you
Impossible to predict your course
But you will roam at the top
Free from any chain

For now I walk in the shadows
One day I will dance with the angle
The heart is a scary thing
The distraction pure beauty
The curse is loss
The gift something worth caring for

Angle you play a melody to your father
In one hand you hold a key to unlock peoples hearts
In the other you hold a pen to challenge ones thinking
A pedestal you stand on for others to observe

by an azure shore
lives the man I adore
he's in my heart's core

he grabbed his shotgun and ran out into
the early morning light
the island was silent except the
sound of the waves and the dump ducks
his forlorn voice shatters the quiet
as he cast about in vain searching for her
in the empty fishing shacks
and the towns alleyways
under the cold canadian sun
sitting in the lighthouse she looked out to sea
and with hands folded neatly in her lap
she had broken the figurine and it lay there at her bare feet
its porcelain shards showing whitely against
the grey canadian wood of the floor
she had shed a single tear
for this life that she has broken and surrendered
and that tear lingers there still on her pale cheek
he finally finds her
bursts in like a shout of infidelity and curses
his face a burning red of rages
but the catches sight of the shattered figurine
and stops to stare suddenly humbled to frightened silence
and like the fool that he is
he gathers up the porcelain shards like a child
and mumbling his sorrow cradles them as he carries them home
leaving her there in the breaking day
with her broken heart and a new life to begin as she sees fit
but she will stay here in the lighthouse looking out to sea
because she is just as lost as he
the years will pass
he has his shotgun
she has the light
spend your loves with someone here and now
or spend it cold and bitter in the tomb
eventually she got rescued by a homeless man who gave her a rose
and they live happily ever after in the jewel encrusted cardboard boxes
in some southern town
he is still there on the island
standing in the shadows of his life
waiting for some reason to explain it all
enough to make sense of his own actions
he believes she will return someday
and mend the figurine make things aright
but like his shotgun he just rusted
and fell to dust

I can still write words
Words unseen, unappreciated
Unheard
I can still pen my emotions
In black & blue
twisting syllables and sentences
So you won't understand
How it feels to be lonely
Abandoned & rejected
I can write words
You'll have to find
Through dictionary pages
And perhaps you might not
Have the time
So instead you'll sigh unimpressed
And close the book

the
locale
has become
so very fractious
some are well miffed
with the carry on
oh for still
to soon
reign

Rolling eyes
Rolling by
Looking down
Looking to the side
Over pain and over me
It's not okay for honesty
Keep it light
Tread carefully
Easy come easy go
Is all they be