Did you know I wrote a poem yesterday?
I wrote of how a raven flew away.
I think t'was in the morning that it flew.
I don't know why it made me think of you,
But all I can think of is yesterday.

I can't finish it; not to my dismay.
I don't seem to finish many these days.
Every day I seem to think of you...
Did you know?

Even this... I hate it... It's cliche.
Every thought and feeling gone astray...
I keep running from the one thought that's too...
It's nothing that, it seems, I can subdue.
Oh, all the things that I wanted to say.
Did you know?

My Mother moon, I pray to you,
Bless this night with your silver hue,
Reveal your light in words I say
And deeds I do along the way
I seek the path that leads me through.

I feel your love in all that’s true,
In lunar light, a clearer view,
To calmly soothe the darkest day,
My Mother Moon.

Giving thanks and blessings too,
For gentle love in which I grew,
And though I often walk astray,
I know you love me anyway,
As I return to be with you
My Mother Moon

When the Sun Sleeps (Rondeau)

When the sun sleeps, I close my eyes.
Yet little to my surprise,
my body will not rest, it seems.
And my mind refuses to dream,
no matter how hard I try.

As the moon continues to rise,
bright stars smile down from the skies,
twinkling with a happy gleam,
when the sun sleeps.

Every night, I am mesmerized
when every star does harmonize
to a singular song per diem.
Captivated by every beam,
every star I memorize,
when the sun sleeps.

His eyes, those sapphire forget-me-nots,
blue like my pen’s bleeding heart, I ought
to drown myself in his floral smile
that curls his tulips in classic style

His cheeks a soft rose, fit for a snapshot.
He sprouts hope, blossoming in my thoughts.
I’m in love with this lily of the nile
and his forget-me-not eyes

His soul down to earth, with roots that cannot
be pulled up or contained by a clay ***.
A heart of marigold and mind fertile,
full of wisdom to grow the extra mile.
I love his heart, mind, his smile and whatnot
and his forget-me-not eyes.

In the aftermath she stays by his side
Willingly oblivious to his misplaced pride
Selfishly ignoring everyone’s despair
Because she doesn’t hear the scream lingering in the air
She’ll fall into routine, hanging on for the ride
Taking anything and everything he says into stride
Until nightmares violate her bedside
And her heart is stripped bare
In the aftermath
Just like the rest of us, she’ll feel cast aside,
Causing her pain to be amplified
Regretting their affair
Because living has become too much to bear
Through eyes that see how the ones before her have died
In the aftermath