Your lips were dew-kissed
Under the velvety sky
The air smelled
Of a June rose
Dancing in the meadow
The sky was studded
With twinkling stars
Like diamonds and crystals
I danced through the mist
And waltzed through the trees
And balled on the shimmering lake
I played my Harp with the Fairies
Who showed me the way to Fairyland
I came here through the hidden-secret door
So now I'm in Fairyland
At least I imagine it's so
Listening to the Enchanted music
Played with the most beautiful
Instruments ever
Perhaps, even some you've
Never heard before
Like bluebells kissed in dew
Chiming like crystals across the stream
Oh, how I'd long to soar
And be a Fairy
With a Key
To Wonderland
And to Fairyland
Even in illusions
I'd love to see this place
Called: Fairyland
Where all the Fae Folk dwell
But this is just
A Fantasy
Written in the sand

*~Marian~

"Since I'm not too good at painting (yet), I paint with poetry".

Marian

I have an idea from another lost,
a bird that flew away before I could take a picture,
a spider that scurried away before it could be caught,
a pen that ran out of ink before I finished.

I have an idea from another lost,
a sentence interrupted,
a voice dried up,
a fish that lay choking on the sand.

Yet another thought maybe worth preserving
gone
vanished
dried out
interrupted
choked

gone

I have an idea from another lost
trying to make failure worth reading about.

He smashed his knuckles
into the bedroom mirror
screaming,
his voice echoing
out into the oblivion
he hoped to conquer

He was held hostage
but he couldn't find the ropes
that tied him down
so he shattered everything else

I watched
fear
like a jolt of high voltage
Knowing I would have to hold
the vision
of the ****** shards
in silent indignation

I can't find any artistry in this
I can't find it poetic
and there is only violence
no beautifully tragic dimension

Forgetting is not easy
It will never be easy,
but I know.

Take this, hurry
this is
what I have saved
for so so long
please take it
from me