Take heed winter
Solstice
For one of these days
She will wish
The longest night into
Existence
for
Gentle Murders
Blood baths are often
Violent
‘Really?’ She said
For what about
The subtle death of
Innocence
Alphabets in the Sand
In pictures ancient, you can see
Painted curtains left to dry
Footprints in the snow, one you, one me
In the sky are sparkling Northern lights
–
Like Hansel and Gretal, a bread filled mead
On a journey to Neverland
Point in the hourglass where you said
We’d carve alphabets in the sand
–
The meadow went from bush to stone
But time lives on in my hands
Where the paper , brown and worn
Smiles away carelessly, shy yet grand
–
I hear a whisper that tells
Me to look for berries by the trees
That whisper in my heart for a moment dwells
Hums dimmer and is lost to the trees
Stardust 