Art work in butterfly garden.
What a lovely day.
Flower fairies garden ornaments
line my sidewalk.
I try to capture this moment
notice it is grand
put it inside my pocket
butterfly in a garden.
It is the moon that settles
brightly
bringing me my moods
just outside this window.
I think of my flower fairies
garden ornaments?
No.
Real and breathing friends to me.
The moon.
There is a part of me that fears its light
those unsettled plans
notations that I could have done better.
They keep me up at night.
Don't say one word.
Don't take her calls.
Whenever the crows approach
dye this fabric past mistakes
don't block out all those stars
do not settle for sequins
sewn inside your diary.
I will not settle for less
I will no longer listen
I will not entertain those moonlit tears.
Let them settle on the ground
mud dries eventually.
Salty tears will mingle with new rain
fresh new rain.
Outspoken fantasy fairies
remind me of colors
climbing vines reach up to the trees
beautiful wisteria.
Fantasy fairies smile
giggle sometimes
remind me how easy laughter comes
once you start to smile.
I look at all my gifts
flower fairies garden ornaments
art work in butterfly garden
laughter comes in cycles.
Moon step back and see me
let me step outside the shadows
or is it let me see myself?
I cherish the lines
the curves
the starts of new adventures
lead me none the less dear moon
despite all
I still rely on all your stories.
Flower fairies garden ornaments
art work in butterfly garden.
Laughter comes in cycles
yes
as do tears
inconvenient truths
and I most humbly resign to it all.
Tiny angels, fantasy fairies
sequins pinned to the moon
blessed changes
hear me call
dear goddess in me.
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