VANISH WITH THE MORNING LIGHT

Like fleeting stars they dance in the night,
magical, ephemeral, flickering bright.

With the dawn's first light, they fade away,
here, then gone, with the morning's grace.

LEAFMOLD

Warm, pungent, earthy,
the forest breathes its ancient scent,
where decay and rain combine,
comforting yet sharp in essence.

Nostalgia whispers through the air,
a dreamy embrace of memories intertwined,
where time drifts in leafy layers,
echoing stories of ages past.

FINAL SUNRISE

A crimson glow on the horizon,
throbbing deep like blood's embrace,
the sun swells outward,
morning light engulfing all in its fiery grasp,
consumes everything to ash
in the final sunrise.

LIFE SPRINGS ANEW

From death, life springs forth,
worms feasting on decay's bounty.

Flowers bloom amidst ribs,
earth reclaiming and renewing.

All returns to the soil,
reborn in nature's eternal cycle.

WILDFLOWER RIOT

I sprang from the green with a laugh in my throat,
wearing the sun like a dandelion coat.

I sung with the bees,
spinning gold through the trees,
blew seeds to the wind
just to see them spin.

I rose like a riot-
wild, untamed.

SUNKEN SHROUD

Death called, and I followed,
down past the light.
Salt on my tongue,
silence too tight.

I opened my mouth,
but the words wouldn’t stay.
The sea took them gently,
then swept me away.

No body, no anchor,
just salt in the bone.
I am shroud without shape,
and the sea is my home.

BLOODSPAWN

They bled in the water,
and I took my shape.
Red in the current-
no escape.

My womb was their tomb,
my cradle: decay.
I rose from the dark,
fattened on pain.

No heartbeat, no mercy,
no memory left.
Only the echo
of someone else’s death.

Their grief made my sinew,
their rage built my frame.
They died in the water-
and left me my name.

IMPECCABLE

Carved from stillness,
composed like a vow.
Each breath with intention,
unmoving, unshaken.

They bled in the night.

Flawless.
Regal.

The price of perfection.

CLIPPED WINGS

They taught me to fly,
and promised the wind.
Locked up my wings,
and called it devotion.

They bound me in silence,
trimmed hope to the bone.
Beauty without freedom,
my heart turned to stone.

WILDSPEAK


The wind called first,
in a voice I already knew.
The roots answered next,
pulling truth from below.

I woke in the hush
between leaf and fang -
no name but the wild,
and it spoke through me.

A CHORUS OF COLORS


The world is singing,
in colors that bloom;
light bends to rhythm,
that bursts into flight.

Laughter has texture,
sunlight holds a tune;
every step is a chorus,
echoing bright.

SOFT AND SWIFT AS STARLIGHT


They move like the hush
that trails after song,
a flicker of magic
that doesn’t stay long.

The sigh of the grasses,
the stillness of trees -
the anticipation of motion
that hums on the breeze.

Eyes like laughter,
a smile like a spark.
They never stay still,
they’ll never be caught.

A streak through the sky and...
Gone - with the dark.

THE SALT IN YOUR LUNGS


The sea does not ask -
it invites with a hum.
A voice in the tide,
a longing that numbs.

Hands never touch,
but the pull is complete.
You breathe in the ocean -
and forget it's not sweet.

SONG OF LONGING


They dream of a place
that has no name,
only the hush
beneath the Ache.

It feels like warmth,
or the stillness before rain -
someplace remembered,
yet lost all the same.

SKYDRIFT


Clouds forget their names
and drift without sound.
The sky turns over,
silver and slow.

Nothing holds.
Everything moves.
Even the air
has somewhere to be.