Take
The winter -
Turn it
Into summer

Take
The moon -
Turn it
Into the sun

Take
The chicken fat
Out of
The soup and

Ask me,
Sarc-less,
"What's left
To be done?"

pieces of sharp glass
spread across my floor
my emotion overflowed
imprisoned and ignored

i see colors and shapes
but my canvas is blank
thought of a thousand words
but my mouth was shut

wildflowers grew in my chest
yet never been touched by sunlight

Kundalini ran off with
Satori and bred
Enlightenment on
Some far-off
Mountain peak,
Which left me,
Empty as a shell,
Devoid of both
Oyster meat and
Pearl

You take:

One part nursery
And one part tomb

Mix well beyond thoroughly,
Folding in struggle as you go

Sun-bake it for all eternity
And call the dish 'Home'

The path strewn with hurdles and gravels
40 years is a long way to travel
Two souls sewn with love and peace
Two hearts dipped in bliss
Two minds not always in same strength
But determined within to walk the length.

40 years of building the nest
Patience and endurance put to hard test
Before one day the saplings become a tree
Heart upon heart two becomes three
Through fall and rise and sun downpour
Years flew as the three becomes four.

It's no easy work to raise a family
In all sadness live strong and happily
Blocks are thrown doubts are cast
Moments of life try to break the trust
But we didn't bow continued the thrive
A grownup family now, we number five.

Under the moon's soft, silvery glow,
A white spider weaves its porcelain thread,
Amidst lavender blooms that gently sway,
In the night's tender breath, delicately spread.

Elegant limbs trace a whispered dance,
Across petals that dream of the Lethe's serene flow,
A river of forgetting, where old sorrows fade,
Yet here, in this garden, memories gently grow.

Each movement is a testament to nature's grace,
In the lavender's embrace, a tranquil romance,
Where time pauses, and the heart finds rest,
As the white spider spins its eternal trance.

© fey (20/07/24)

Everyone else is taken
So, you may as well be yourself
Rejoice in who you really are
and leave the mask up on the shelf

Insignificant!
But what if we're not?
Not everything's known
Inside the ***

Our minds hold
A handful of sand
Look to the desert and
Understand