The Things That Burn

Fe

Fi

The things that burn also give you fire.

Year in Reverse

Candles light up memory lane

As wax drips down your window pain

Oh pain.

Here and there like dancing in the rain.

Snowball fights in wars of peace

Take off wet socks put on fleece

Wave above to vees of geese

Flakes through dragon breath release

Look for two that are the same.

Next the garden's full of snow

But always leaves me room to grow

In spring.

Always sing.

The rain will fall but lights won't fade

The wind will sing a serenade

Fall leaves trail a tree parade

Just making fun and lemonade.

Climb a tree.

Summer runs and coastal aid

Winter left but snowflakes stayed

On windows remnants of paper hats

Magic carpet or yoga mat?

Overboard on paper boats

Before they sank in their own moats

Imagination, sense of wonder

When the flash is gone hear the thunder.

Why not live this year in reverse

Back to the days when we'd converse

With characters so adverse

That other's eyes refused to see them.

You'll see their shadows today.

They'll remember your promise

From before they were born

When you see frays they'll call them tassels

That you were never torn.

For things I miss I will rewind

Things once lost small hands will find

Recall the oath you never signed

Just put on hold.

Pretend that pretend never resigned.

Go back to learn to look forward.

Make believe you still believe.

Fake it till you make it.

You'll never want to leave.

Fall Down

Filled the need for someone to cry for

Slide cut deep to my heart

To the core of who I am

To the place that was still warm

Cold and bitten now

Almost frozen now But wait

Encased and far too braced for this

Windy day

I'll chase and race leaves in the wind

Gladly pay for each breath I've sinned

Caprice I know not where you've been

Dear breeze would you carry me away air?

I said I'd never cry

But rather die

Even ropeburn couldn't melt this frozen eye

But could I?

Yes every day it burns

But taking more when air she learns

The things that burn are what give me fire

Daydreams work 'til the lids retire

All the nightmares we conspire

Also dreams day and soul inspire

What comes now?

Entourage after the wind now

What comes when we dropped like the fall

Of the leaves that tip break down this wall

Let your walls fall down.

Wandering Through the Night

Wandering through the night
I am a mistress of the moon,
Meeting all the stars
Even when they left too soon.

As I wandered with the wind
The shadows left their mark.
They cannot hurt me anymore so
I'm not afraid of the dark.

Yes I fell many times
And felt the chill to my bones,
But now I'm stronger with new immunity
And I can make it alone.

I have been long lost long enough,
Can walk through this forest blind,
A compass rose etched in my mind
Pitfalls and hidden trails to find.

When people ask why I stay in the dark
This is what I'll say:
Because there has to be someone in the dark
Who can light the way.


Found a few old poems and published February 2, 2018; written August 5, 2014, archived under August 5, 2015

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