lamp eyed snowy owls
thistledown flight
dark angels of night
guides of lost souls

with your fierce flight
to the well of dreams
where nothing is what it seems
and day becomes night

my flowers became owls
my arms became wings
I’m the bird that sings
the wolf that sadly howls

It’s the ancient law
so I will never let go
buried under the snow
forevermore

fearful kitten,
intimidated by
his catnip mouse.

storms build slowly
like love in winter
brief flash of lightning
dark sky splinter
we briefly sing
and fall to silence
this war rising
it’s endless violence
To own that
which can never be owned
by a breath of impermanence

silicone valleys
sapphire nights
golden years
iron bites
stone erodes
lost in streams
but water flows
like hopes and dreams

ball of joyful jumps
springs across sweet meadow grass
the flowers are laughing

like Midas you turned me into gold
Marilyn Monroe
from plain Norma Jean

A factory girl
in a gilded world
might have stayed
in the shack full
of heartless machines

Might not have died alone
drugged in the bath

snowflake tiny dancer
your life is measured
in moments of sunlight
when you die they ask;
where do snowflakes go?
To the heart of diamond
to shine upon a lover’s hand