True to Age: January 2013

The morning glory beams,

The dancing ladies twirl,

Gaiety again

in a once empty house.

A head turns,

A lizard halts,

An alien force

at play.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

"They might not need me; yet they might.

I’ll let my Heart be just in sight;

A smile so small as mine might be

Precisely their necessity."

Walking on dry ground
I breathe deeply.

"There’s music in the sighing of a reed;

There’s music in the gushing of a rill;

There’s music in all things, if men had ears;

The earth is but the music of the spheres."

Diamond eyes

Cherry lips –

Charmed.