The grass against our skin,
We look at the clouds, and feel the wind
Behind those clouds, just in our gaze
A Strawberry Sunset is set ablaze

As quick as the day began,
Mother nature has a different plan

The Strawberry red, turns to grey
As more clouds roll in, ruining the day
We look at eachother, racing down the hill
Was this date worth it, or was this God’s Will?

As the rain comes settling in,
We sit together, and you start to grin.

I apologize, for the weather outside.

But you say to have no worries, because I’m by your side.

I am a dream dancer.
My strings are taut
over the vaults of the sky so soft.
Like a quiet muse I hear
the silent night breaking in.
Like marble, strands of clouds shine brightly,
in shades of rosé and nacre here,
those anxious sounds are getting lost,
now blanching in rust  and debris near.

I am a dream dancer,
staggeringly floating in the sea of the world,
wobbling and falling on thin ropes,
spoiled in nothingness and oh so empty,
despicably holding the here in fear.

I am a dream dancer.
And I fall
As an eternal bliss truant
To the ground.

© fey (28/12/17)

My Emotions are close to nature
It listens to my laughter and feels the drips of my happy tears
And responds with warmth and light
Yet it also hears my gasping sobs
It listens closely and sometimes
Hears nothing
And even on those empty days
Where I give it nothing
It still gives me a sunset
With colors close to my heart
A gentle reminder that it is still there
Listening.

This rose gold splendor
Sinks into turbulent blue
Wrapped in cold chaos

The tale goes:
If you lose a loved one to the sea
It will be kind and carry a message.
Place the letter in a bottle
And upon Its currents place it.

Take heed, this message
Has but once a year to give.
By sunset love, by sunset,
The oldest rule – It won’t forgive.

The sea shall swallow, with the sun,
The letter, It will not forget.
And it shall be delivered so
On the very morn their fate was met.

I watch as the sun is slowly pulled down to the horizon
The dusk sky stained with swatches of pink
Orange, yellow and blue mix together
The clouds ripple through colours like soft waves

By Anon Butterfly

One so steady
and constant
as to guide and navigate
to be the source of sighs of relief
at the nightfall
it brings
and the day it
puts to sleep,
a signal to the wild
that it’s time is now,
and a glint of opportunity
to the many
who lay alone
to wish their loneliness away.

Yet, all the time,
Venus,
a planet in her own right,
spinning and orbiting
in her own habit,
never knowing
how we gaze upon her
with a will
to make her our own.