Freshwater ice, compressed,
breaks off, with tremulous lights
and shakes
and rotates
in intricate snowflakes
like wings, of ice crystals
then floats away, in the open Ocean
and she's tracing his steps, leaving white dust
like crushed shells
as she walks , gracefully, as if on
Japanese Okobo
They were attached, as if by circuits of frozen stems
with lacings , of smaller molecules
its microscopic
and its perfect
her ribs split open, and a mosaic of musical strings
reveal, what looks like melting precious silver
and her face, is draped in a mass
of webs, upon webs
she looks at him, through the haze
he's the parchment Worlds were written on
now a sychronized flight path, he illuminates
all the crowd of beams
of celestrial, night skies
and there, white noise combines
in steady, different frequencies
with excact, united, intensity
heard and seen, by only a few
is it choregraphed ?
Icebergs Dancing.
delicate faerie heroes with your nutmeg wings
dazzling me with your filigree onyx lacings
you flutter and tease before alighting together
ah, yes, I think. You are heading toward the lilac
you fool me and land on the magnolia blossoms
their vanilla centers seem to be of special interest
two matching monarchs, conversing with my blooms
I smile as a scent of spearmint wafts toward me
Summer’s seasoned lacings, all fetching,
uplift timid heartbeats with etchings.
Sunshine warmly touches me sky brushed.
Languid summer holds playtime sketching.
Touching water’s velvet soft richness,
sensuously tender in thickness,
captivates my deepest of senses.
Water must thrill summer as mistress.
Delight I hold when my garden shines
with produce sun thriving on green vines.
Sorrow stirs when garden grows dirt-dim
from Autumns push upon summer lines.
No coat, no sweater – summer bare feet –
dressing is a bit of style pieced sweet.
Summer freedom within her Eden
lifts my joy on high inside complete.
Horseshoes, croquet, hiking on park trails,
fishing, crabbing, grilling lobster tails -
all eases for adult stressed creases,
all pieces of summer’s bright details.
In summertime, I am a thrilled child
innocently day tripping beguiled
thru exciting treasures season swayed
until autumn shades persuade sun’s exile.
Secrets passed through my soul
He held my hand , my heart did flutter
My heart felt as the sky filled my world
His eyes as I walked by would be the feeling someone gets in love
I turned for second in time my haunted lover was not there
Instead a Red Rose, laid with his glove
I left I strolled down the quite side of the beach walk
His eyes met mine , as the soft sunset peaked
Would I see him again?
For that moment the veil was open
I could see small lacings his footprint was visible , the white sand
Seem to open the night with small shells from the tide
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