I Die Every Hour/Within Irises

I I die every hour, watching you conform to all the ideals you were never meant for. You were never meant for… If only you would fall between my lines. I write to you honestly, my messy love, before midnight. I love you truly, complicated heart. You beat against your cage— rage against the cage

Blink

Who do I speak to in the dark, when my moon is encumbered by intransient clouds? Selene, can you hear me? Blink twice for yes.   (image: Pinterest)

Timeless

* * Begin at the end, never ending; keep time with an unnumbered clock. * Timeless as Death, mourning never breaks. * * artwork: Symbolika

In contrast

The Heavens prepare for dusk turn down the sun, orange-pink watercolor world now purple-blue ink for dark deeper still until the black gives birth to her stars and the phantom rises, white moon omnipotent, beloved nightlight, calls for the shadows I see my garden clearer in contrast

First Quarter High

Moonset is drawing nigh, and Lara Babe’s been getting high on Granddaddy Purple, and sepia memories. She steps out onto the patio, and into October sheathed in down feather warmth. Against the black the moon illuminates borrowed amber, and casts a candle flame path upon the lake that stretches from horizon to shore. “If only

Full Bitch Rising Bright White and Callous

Go on, and draw those Roman shades; it’s not the sun you owe in spades, but the moon. She does come tonight, so see that those shades are pulled tight– Roman shades for blocking the sun, but the moon? Oh, this will be fun! An oath to the white you did make, and sanity the

In the Black

He visits the beachfront every night And shouts her name at the ireful sea. He stands at the rock-strewn coastline, His tall frame stooped and shaking As the frigid tides break before him.   He laments the woman who haunts him— The Archer, a living ghost.   His heartache is a fury that its vessel