When that blood flowed green
And trees were red
Skin was bark all hard
weathered showing
The marks of hurricanes
The dearths of rain
Skies glowed orange in night
And gray each day
The lakes all turned inside
Out where blues were down
And brown silt atop
The roots of things grew up
And flowers down
Bodies dead were above ground
People like moles once did
When the sun was yellow
And not her now deathly gray
People went underground
To live
Where dirt was white and grass
Was the ceiling
And not a day was recorded since
The day the
Colours
Turned around.

Again the moonlights company
4 am. She's somewhere.
About the skies glow
Stars flicker eyes turn
Search seek
A lone northern light
A light show
I gaze up to search for
And she's there I turn. My
Sight looks beyond now
Beyond my dim sight
Farther than I can reach
And I hope.
I remember
I close my eyes
And see.
But
For tonight
Her memory
And the moon
Light glow northerly
And a star's
Twinkle
And all my might
Are all I can see.
She is everywhere
But here...

She walked this night
in a snow covered field
as the snow blew all around
dancing diamond’s, iridescent light
with a kiss, the magic was sealed.

To the sky she points, lights appear
stunning colors, fill the dark of night
a graceful dance, only he will see
the beauty of the northern lights.

To him, she sends, her heart, her soul
through lights that dance among the stars
pushing back a looming shadow
she takes comfort in their beautiful memoirs.

Closing her eyes, she sees his face
his eyes, his heart, her beaconing light
pushing back that looming shadow
bringing comfort to her fright.

So she walks this night
in a snow covered field
as the snow blows all around
dancing diamond’s, iridescent light
with a kiss, the magic was sealed.
~

COME WITH ME

It is my lonely journey, on a trail that is dark
I leave no fingerprints, I promise to leave no mark
It is my prayers unheard, that are howls in the air
No longer looking for a love, nor for a someone who would care
A dark soul I am, on a travel to the pits of hell
There are no buyers at all, for the trinkets that I sell
Cold is in my heart, and in my veins is ice
I took to wind and the waters, and destroyed all that was nice

(M. N. R.)
3 APRIL 2018

Ten words in I knew it'd
Be a ******* dud

Bewitching games of rumors
Shame like tattletales
And teacher's pets
On the playground
Or walking home
T'is often told, but,
Not by them-
That loose tongues
Often..... fall
Right out.

Easter.
She wants pheasant with some sauce.
Give me a duck up a turkeys ***
Deepfried, preferably.
She tells the kids the Easter bunny sometimes has to borrow
Rudolph and the sleigh to make
Deliveries.
I tell them truth that bunny hops on his own hoofs until he passes hell out.  He might, I say might, catch a ride on a tortoise.
She swears the egg came first.
I ask her - out of who's ***?
She loves them marshmallow perv Peepy things.
Only chocolate and bud in my basket, thanks!
She is more I guess you could label it Protestant than me.
I'm more southern street baptist, the kind that preaches a lot but been in a real church just once.
Despite our differences and her wrong *** way at looking at things we in ******* love!!!
I ****** her like a bunny four times last night.
I passed out. She may have kept going.