pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads

It’s an eerie weary night
and the stars are shining bright!
The air is cool as a rule, quite right it’s a winter night! And as I wander through the stones on the ground with a crunching sound there’s an eerie feeling all around! It’s so quiet, and everything is still all asleep as they be, as they will! Time to imagine what’s out there, yes I think and yes I care! Interesting of what and whom in this world we share! Yes I do wonder, What is out there? Out yonder! On an eerie night!

Dance me to the end of Love
like loving Leonard Cohen

I too see the stars above
And Babylon am knowin’

Dance me through the panic
Dance me through the pain

Dance me through bright White Nights
And through the Purple Rain

Dance me with the ones I love
Intensely and Insane!

i still hear his footsteps walking down the hall
if only i wasn’t stuck
being my daddy’s doll

stop, stop!!
i know you hear me call.
but shut up and be pretty,
stay my daddy’s doll

i want it to end,
please stop!
it isn’t fair!
i don’t like it
when daddy pulls my hair.

if i hide under the covers
and pretend that i’m not here,
do you think my daddy
would even come near?

i still hear his footsteps walking down the hall
if only i wasn’t stuck
being my daddy’s doll.

Do not hide little one.
The brief chill is only winter exhaling its last breath
Arise, unfold your leaves and open your bud.
Let the mellow glow of the new day dry the dew.
Let all creatures that would, take of your nectar
You sit on God’s palette from which he dips his brush and on an emerald canvas,
Paints red and golds and colors of such extraordinary beauty,
The artist’s hand is staid.
The poet is speechless.
You join in bringing a grace to the world which my words cannot adequately describe little one.
I am thankful and humbled.