Woman

She wears her scars
Like gleaming tattooes
Tangled hues of red
Painted on her skin
Bruises that never bled
Lonely silver trinkets
Mimic sheeny sparkles
Of pensive eyes, as they
Cling to starry destinies,
Fate written in the winds,
Hope acquired over eons
Of pain that will dissolve
With the first splash of rain
When the seasons change

Starry Visions

I sieved the starsThrough my fingersThey fell on the groundNow, sparkling dust!The mist from my eyesMingled in the glassThe shimmer flowedInto oceans and seasLuminescence washedTo the silver beach,I picked up the shardsOf the broken stars.One with the sandBy the shores I standCrystal dreams in my handI clutch them to the bosom,The roaring skies demandThe glitterContinue reading “Starry Visions”