To Zeus she is the goddess of magic
seaside mysteries
Beneath her golden tendrils
a flowing waterfall
She flies up to the Moon to sleep
in Orion's arms
Then tumbles back down to the sea
over skin of alabaster
Ripples of love float on moonbeams
golden glow
to skip across the dancing sea to stir
her heart of biotite
She loves to twirl across the waves
in arcs of joyful glee
And make phosphorous plumes like
iridescent candlelight
Misty nights she plays her harp of gilded
seaweed strings
Then sends aloft the liquid notes of
effervescent song
To all the stars above the oceans'
tranquil calm
That the universe may exalt
in her healing balm
For fun she shines the shore with a million
sparkling drops
While drifting between the currents
on winds' whispering call
It lifts her heart to feel the waves
blue breath of foam
As she swims with sisters in a frothy crest
of her magical sea
Categories:
biotite, joy, myth,
Form: Free verse
I have a friend yeah a subconscious one
Always following me in the days vibrant sun.
He's very very like me from the heels to the head
And he's there until I jump into bed.
But he's also very very not like me at all,
Like there are days when he can be so god damn tall!
There are those times he swells widely with pride
And there are days when he hibernates happy to hide.
He's made up of choices I have yet or afraid to find
If I delve in deeper I may wish to fast forward or rewind.
He contains my invisible parts I still have to discover
Moreover my future self held for ransom.
I reckon he's made of igneous rock, in bright light
He shoots up like a transformer, Mr. Biotite.
I wonder what it thinks of me with each passing day
Cowardly out of my vision like a bird of prey.
Yet if we lost it we would shrivel like a dried prune
Our existence imbalanced no longer in tune.
See we've got a friend, a subconscious one
In the long run will show us how things are done.
Categories:
biotite, character, deep, faith, heart,
Form: Rhyme