Fairytale

My fairytale – of dead dreams’ trails,
and time again does sky show veils.
Do all ends come when all starts night,
while seasons fade as would daylight;
so, pray for dreams – they fade in ales.
Wishes die from flower shades frail;
do flowers wilt – broken dreams wail,
and blue I walk in storms and write –
my fairytale.
Sad smiles, bitter [...]

Bright Day’s Shadows

In dreams of false night, as old fancies creep old floors,
a spirit stirs in light skies above; and in muted whimsical echoes
we all sound like we feel once more.
Once more, indeed, while the shrill winds sing encores,
though to the dreaming mind gales are voices hollow -
in dreams of false night. As old fancies creep old [...]

Light’s End

As dancing fires burn up this wood
and falling twigs cry hopeless ash and pray –
can heaven save trees that once proudly stood?
Nights watch, and dim flames loudly brood
as they vanish into endless nothing – bright light gives way
as dancing fires burn up this wood,
scorching earth, though pretty wisps delude
with pretty whirls and breezy twirls daze.
Can [...]

Dreamed Dreamy Sky

Though our minds are shackled, we dream still at night
with wary eyes; wary thoughts we yearn for long
as we look up to the skies, and wish – to fly like a kite.
Winds haunt, clouds tempt – in daydreams we delight,
for the boundless sky croons honey tunes and knows no wrong;
though our minds are shackled. We [...]