FuzzyPoems

You showed up from the aether
A ghost from my past
We held hands under summer sun
Have cried together under winters moon
Your name is carved into my ribs
By the beating of my happy heart
Sharing spells, opening locked doors, polishing self reflective mirrors
I sleep the deepest when I feel your dreams next to mine
Restful little deaths together entwined
Amethyst and Rose quartz embedded into flesh
Reliquaries made from the patron saint of these dreams
Blind hands find each other within the blackest of tides
Floating along the shores of screaming steel belching corrosively
Terrifying Strength hidden under the gentlest of cloaks
Holding hands as we breach the sands
Not an easy task but we know this will last
A wonderful heart wrapped in bone
A place to finally call my home

“Short & Sweet”

Glistening droplets of city ran landing on crimson petals
Autumn days feeling like summer, the nights are nothing but winters chill
Fallen petals are gathered and bottled for longevity’s sake
The crunching of bones and fallen leaves under my boots
Circling round and round, Wandering this graveyard one last time
Hoping to catch a glimpse of the ghost I use to be
So many secrets, so many years of lies that slide between teeth
But serpents don’t live in this garden, here there is only trees bearing fruit
No longer tasting ash with every breath, something has been lifted
A self fulfilling prophecy of destruction and chaos is no more
Sunset caught and refracted by dewy drops of rain
Hold tight, hold fast - because I never want for this to end
Endless corridors of locked doors being flung open one at a time
Honey pours from our lips into the waiting ears held wide
Held tight by the threads woven by Faë fingers on hawthorn hills
Souls of warriors, hands of lovers, eyes of beasts untamed
Fire that hasn’t burned, and ocean sweeter than honey
The entangling grip of flowering vines on these old bones

This cascading presence of something small and powerful just out of sight
The delight in steps once made as the ending might have changed
Sacred treasure of my people, a gift given and taken by all
A dim flickering light inside an otherwise dark and crowded space
Silhouettes flash before me for an instant as it is swallowed once again in shadow
But this light does not break, nor does it leave us alone
The strength it gives can be enough to go the greatest lengths
This light can drive the weak of mind mad with impatience
This light inside all of us - is hope