For Taylor

Beneath a blanket of moonshine and of stars

Above every blade of grass, each leaf

Lies everything you are.

May the mountains always be within reach

the mermaids always near

The sunshine always warm your face,

The snowfall calm your fear.

May the dream world always keep you

in wanted company

And may the boughs of a great willow

bring you much needed harmony.

May your life go just the way you’ve planned it

Remember to never take a single breath for granted and

Always know that you are loved.

my metaphor

So--- This is a poem written around the time of the one at the bottom. Very negative yet beautiful to me. if only you could see what I see, when I wrote and read it.


I've dreampt of bitter winter
Red berries rouge my lips
wondering the meadow
with frostbit fingertips
Find myself a cozy place
beneath a lifeless tree
rest my back against it's trunk
and watch the sky glitter down...on me
In a world of white perfection
soft hibiscus scents the air
and past the haze I see him
bitter hands comb through ragged hair
I make love to a frozen angel
on a bed of snowflake sin
wrap my soul around his back
and ride the frosty wind
God's cotton tears beneath us
I arch my back in vain
icy feather slice along my skin
and I collapse in pain
So softly do I whisper
an old yet broken prayer
BUT no clasped hands 'round a rosary
can create a LIGHT that isn't there.

Blessings

Lavendar and sandlewood
a pinch of ginger and if you could,
pass it through the candles flames
softly chanting her sacred names
By southern fires, and east's winds of wise,
By northern rocks, and west's cool tides
She blesses you with grace and sprite
Happiness and love and light!

Mothers helpers

Petals soft of crimson hue
glistening with morning dew
listening to birds sweet song
sun rising for the day of long
Golden rays; they glitter down
onto the village and fairy town
waking tiny Elvyn eyes
anointing them with bluest skies
Travel they into the spring
Through willow boughs they'll spread their wings
take to flight like butterflies
quieting the baby's cries
And when their proper jobs are through
they'll dance around the wood for you
pausing on a toadstool throne
discussing peace of worlds unknown
Then cakes and ale and time to sing
until the Irish Bells cease ring
One last check round baby's bed
and time to rest each sleepy head
on petals soft of crimson hue
awaiting glistening morning dew.

The Crone

Off a distant mountain
Past a misty shore
Under a sky of burnt umber
Brushed with a luminous gold ochre
Down a road of river rocks
Around a lush jade glen
By a brook of Athena's tears
You can find her now and then
Hair like silver moon beams
Shimmering from the sky
Loose around her waste, it flows
Not braided, pined or tied
Lips of crimson soft and plump
Her eyes a brilliant green
Dancing 'round a fire pit
Is where she is often seen
Dazzle her with sentiment
No nonsensical stoic pride
Because she shall find the secrets
You try so desperately to hide
Blow a kiss in her direction
And if you are lucky you will find
That all your dreams and aspirations
Will come to you in good time

She Came to me and Sang.....

Look to the moon; if you ever miss me
I'll be dancing there at night
Silver rays will be my ballgown
Sparkling stars my crown of light
use the darkness for protection
Follow your heart into the sky
happiness shall fall around you
admist peace while dreamers lie
Don't wake the ones who don't believe
for they will find thier path in time
and if you know just what your after
Call to me, in gentle Rhyme
For I have been hereall along
waiting, dancing my words your song
Look to the moon if you ever miss me
Oh I shall be dancing there at night

The Maiden

I'll construct her hips with honeydews
blueberries for her eyes
A garland rose will be her hair
a trunk of oak her thighs
Her lips will be of soft peach flesh
her breasts round nectarenes
her skin ill fashion from the milkyway
her heart from childrens dreams,
mossy twigs will be her fingers
strong roots will be her toes
the mountains edge will be her cheekbones
the moons silver rays her clothes!

Alice, sugar cane, and God

I dreamed of broken icicles and wonderd
why wonderland only belonged to one little blonde girl in an ugly dress
and why sugar cane didn't grow in my back yard!
I Breathed. Tried to encircal myslef in the morbid irridesence of a light I already knew did not exist!
Just to feel the same!
The same as all those clear eyed people who traded red lace for white cotton and painted black prizinsa over the lipstick smear on thier soul as they trapsed there way through sunday.
But it didnt work and i danced and sweated my way through the lower east end of SINS that never existed until a Penis with over ambitious disilusions of a pretty story, explained I should be ashamed! CONFUSED BUT UN-ASHANED I dreampt of shattered shards of glass and wondered why I cried each time Alice made it home.
hmm suugar cane doesnt grow in england either...