A pristine sunset of peach
Kissed the sky
Smells of rain and honeysuckles and rose
Dance across the air
Mingles with that of mown grass
Sunlight dances on the trees
The song of birds
And serenade of crickets
And prelude of cicadas fill the air
Tiny breezes cool the hot air
Fairies dance here at Night
Through the moonlit sky
Dancing and singing
'Tis there enchanted waltz
My blue eyes sparkle
As I look at the beauty around me
The evening that will linger
In my thoughts
Forever

**~Marian~

Nocturnal melodies of the Harp
Sing of Winter's Solstice
Pristine strings chime out
A harmony of sublime beauty
Song of snowdrops hidden in the snow
Song of dogwoods not yet in bloom
Song of snowflakes falling sweetly on my cheeks
Song of footprints in the blanket of snow
Song of firs and pines swaying in the Winter wind
Song of tears being shed at it's beauty
Sung from the sweetest of Harps
O, how I love the Harp
And it's angelic beauty
Which makes me cry
'Tis a song of
Winter Solstice
Played
Upon
The
Harp
Of
Beauty

*~Marian~

Part I
Crocuses sleep under the snow
And harps sing and weep happily of Winter
Tears ***** my cheeks because of the beauty
Of Winter's Prelude
Dogwoods haven't even begun to bud yet

*~Marian~

21 Guns which blast together,
To show respect to the martyr,
In a ceremonial military salute,
Make noise to fewest residents,
To the patriots they do salute.

All the 21 times the guns blast,
In unison and to show him respect,
The irritable residents find it nonsense,
Cursing the governments for wars,
In unison and in an undertone.

Their criticism is more of war,
Of aristocracy & government,
Apathetic are the commoners,
But to them the peace matters,
Feeling more loyal & patriotic.

Snow Angels, Candy Canes, And Hot Chocolate,
It Is All Wonderful Yet,
The Sun Suits Me Well

*Except When It Burns Me

Butterflies Flutter In The Bottom Of My Gut,
As My Soul Hungers For The Ripe Taste Of Home,
My Fingers Clutching Onto The Memories,
Of Shooting Stars Bouncing Of The Mesosphere,
Of A Mother Doe Feeding Her Young At Dawn,
Of Bees Feeding Off Of The Lilac's Rich Nectar,
Of The Sky So Blue Smiling At Me,
I Am So Close--Only A Few More Hours Until,
I Escape And Go Back To My Home,*
Home Sweet Home

Come for me at midnight
when the breeze whispers my name
and feel my hands upon you
in the warmth of candle flame
******* lips in raindrops
as they play upon your skin
sweat trailing down your body
touching places where I've bin
let the night caress you
as you give your body or'
to the pleasure of each mem'ry
of those nights we shared before

Beneath my bed I placed some bread
and on it spread some jam
added some cheese and mushy peas
salami eggs and ham
a blob of sauce mustard of course
and relish three days old
some chips and dips and cherry lips
and baked beans full of mold
there's water cress and what a mess
of earwax and a scab
my used band aid from second grade
and frogspawn from the lab
I topped it off with lager froth
and nose hairs from the sink
and if you thought the food was bad
don't ask what's in his drink.