Falling

Help me, I cry.
I’m falling
Shattering
As I hit the floor.
Tears like shards
Glass broken
Heartless
I cry, help me.
What can I do?
Who am I?
Where am I?
Heartless
I scream
Punch the air
Can I escape
This prison?
Help me, I cry.
I cry, help me.

I Wonder

I wonder at the oak so tall.

How did you get to be
So tall?
    So tall?
So tall?
I wonder at the rose so red.
How did you get to be
So red?
  So red?
So red?
I wonder at the grass so green.
How did you get to be
So green?
So green?
So green?


I wonder at that hand so long.
How did you get to be
So long?
So long?
So long?
I wonder at those lips so red.
How did you get to be
So red?
So red?
So red?
I wonder at these eyes so green.
How did you get to be
So green?
So green?
So green?


The oak wonders at me so small.
How did you get to be
So small?
So small?
So small?
The rose wonders at me so frail.
How did you get to be
So frail?
So frail?
So frail?
The the grass wonders at me so pale.
How did you get to be
So pale?
So pale?
So pale?


God looks at me so small
I made you to be
So small.
So small.
So small.
God looks at me so frail.
I made you to be
So frail.
So frail.
So frail.
God looks at me so pale.
I made you to be
So pale.
So pale.
So pale.


And God looks at that hand so long.
I made it to be
So long.
So long.
So long.
And God looks at those lips so red.
I made them to be
So red.
So red.
So red.
And God looks at these eyes so green.
I made them to be
So green.
So green.
So green.


And I smile at the oak so tall.
I know how you get to be
So tall.
So tall.
So tall.
And I smile at the rose so red.
I know how you get to be
So red.
So red.
So red.
And I smile at the grass so green.
I know how to you get to be
So green.
So green.
So green.


Though I know not how.
God made the oak
So tall.
So tall.
So tall.
Though I know not how.
God made my hand
So long.
So long.
So long.
Though I know not how.
God made me
So small.
So small.
So small.


Though I know not how
God made the rose
So red.
So red.
So red.
Though I know not how.
God made my lips
So red.
So red.
So red.
Though I know not how.
God made me
So frail.
So frail.
So frail.


Though I know not how.
God made the grass
So green.
So green.
So green.
Though I know not how.
God made my eyes
So green.
So green.
So green.
Though I know not how
God made me
So pale.
So pale.
So pale.

Cheese

Golden yellow or maybe pale
Hard or soft
So very tasty.
I love cheese
Mozzarella
Parmesan
Or cheddar.
In eggs
Lasagna
Or straight up.
Shredded
Sliced
Or fried.
I love cheese.

Contentment

I stand at the edge of the sea
Wrapped in darkness
Enthralled by the hypnotic dance
Of the waves at my feet.
As I close my eyes and lift my head
To the skies above
Drops fall on my face
Mingling with my tears.
Wind wraps around my body
Blowing my hair forward
Twisting tendrils around me.
Life calls to life as I lift my hands
Praising He who made all this.

Sensing Anxiety

Do you hear?
The tension in the air
Like a violin string
Stretched too taut.

Do you feel?
The whisper of the trees
Breathing all around
Expounding their many secrets.

Do you taste?
The many colors of water
Wrapping around you
Smothering your senses.

Do you see?
The acrid rain
Falling, falling, falling
Into your lifted face.

Do you smell?
The tasteless,
Soundless,
Blinding,
Intangible,
Mass.
And yet it covers all senses.
Confusing,
Suffocating,
Agonizing,
Lifeless.

Church Bells

Dong, Dong, Dong.
Church bells ring
Dong, Dong, Dong.
Like ascending tones of tears
Dong, Dong, Dong.
Falling, falling, falling.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
Mourning,
For it seems morning
Will never come.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
Crying
Goes hand in hand with
Lying.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
I am fine
I do not weep.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
But the church bells
Echo inside my heart.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
Beating the march
Of my own demise.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
I am fine.
I will always mourn.
I am fine.

Cinderspell

A young man sits in his palace
Strong, proud, and dark.
He will rule soon o’er all the lands.
But now and here
He must choose a bride.
His father wills that he would wed
From far off.
The advisers wish he would
Choose one of their daughters.
But he cares not for that.
For nearby there lives
A pretty orphan heiress
With beauty greater than the mountains
‘Round about his home.

But her beauty is nothing to him
For she is as dangerous
As lovely.
Though barely of age
She guides her servants
With wisdom and strength
Her gentleness belies
Every core of the land.
Despite her stepmother’s strong hand
She flourishes.
She cannot be left alone.

So a ball is arranged
For all the ladies of the land.
A girl from far off,
To please his father.
The highborn butterflies
For the sake of the advisers.
And her.
She stands strong and proud
A dress of blue and purple
Like the sky and clouds
Only accentuates her charm.
Her neckline is made of winged creatures
Not butterflies, but dragons
Beautiful, but deadly.

The act of loving her was easy
Too easy.
The prince almost frowns as they twirl
Like birds in an endless dance.
As they steal away together,
He is almost gentle
As he returns her clutch
To her white, slender hand.
Does her spell
Cast a blight on his mind?

As midnight approaches
She dashes away
Leaving behind naught but a slipper
Even as he touches it
He feels her magic coursing
Through his veins.
He cannot fight it
He must find her.
She will be his.

As he rides to her home
Dragons flit around his head.
They settle on slender boughs
Examining his spell-covered eyes
With their own slanted ones.
They are tiny, the deadly pests,
But they are beautiful.
Dark blues, golden hues
Blood red, green as the hills.
Everywhere he turns,
There is the fatal beauty
Of the charming girl.

None but the stepmother
Answers the door
Claiming the girl is not there.
But he breaks past,
Rebuking her strongly.
But as he happens to pass
A clear voice
 Strong and enchanting.
At the head of the stairs
Stands a dragon
Taller than he
With scales of shimmering blue.
Her wings are furled ‘round her.
And she descends in gracious glory.

There was no fairy godmother
No magic spell.
For the devious stepmother
Had enslaved a dragon
Of the highest order.
She could not flee
Nor could she retaliate
But she used her superior charm
And deadly beauty
To spread word of her capture.

Finally the prince had rescued her
By his cold invitation.
And now she was clothed
In her former glory.
And now the dark prince
Has wed his deadly, yet gentle bride.
And so their tale was cloaked
 In gentleness and prosperity
The dark prince and his dragon bride.