*
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Gentle shadow
Warming pose

Drying fall
And feathered sand
Flowered tiara
Greet the Sun

Calming tide
An island seeks
To rest those hands
To warm those feet

To kiss those eyes
And bite such lips

Silenced tiara
Daughter tongue
Warming cold
And healing sound

* *
Sea salt rest
A view of 
Ocher
And
Magenta
Bubbles

Flowing
Through
Recycled
Bottle
Glass
 
Housing
Those coveted, 
Majestic
Leaves

* * *

Shadow, shadow
On the wall
Burning heart
And beating dreams

Those strong leaves
That always seek
A nurturing light
No matter where

No matter why

The cold Moon night
Dried out
Their skin

To kiss those eyes
To bite such lips
A musical greeting
Which hearts
Longs
Feels

And,

Although touched,
 
It never,

Ever,

Sinks

 But keeps floating
 In the space,
 Un-walled,
 
Like an evolving,

Revolving,
Poetic
Silent
Spring

Plant

Space

It never
Ever
Sinks,

Those
Floral
Games