Her eyes, mouth and stance
smolder, smiling suggestion
one slow minute holds a glance.
Adds many a wondering question,
what causes her eyes to be so bright
so full of hard won knowledge?
In their depth you could lose
your sanity for the raw pain held
in her wilderlands. Yet there
is a deeper homespun wisdom
at her core as she glows with
a base of swirling loves regret.
Pretty face belies the fighter,
who was born of hard knocks
and betrayal. Her inner strength has
changed her into the warrior

The Brightest Star

With Christmas comes a mass of joys
in forms of packages and toys.

But beneath the thrill of homemade cakes
lies the joy that families make.

Each holding on for a short while
the love contained in a simple smile.

Above all and best by far
is the glow made by each new star.

The brightest being not up high
but usually right before our eye.

Thoughts rain down,
To my ears, not a sound,
Some lingering,
Some barely ringing,

Nothing around matters,
A spark and the glass shatters,
A wall that occluded,
Imagined danger eluded,

A barrier no more,
An open door,
To a world so free,
Only needed is a key,

To put away one that glows,
Rise you will, from the lowest of lows.

Only in fairy tales are we able to see
all of the characters we are able to be.

Some days the pauper, some days the queen
others, the princess, sometimes the king.

But when we are nasty and ever so mean
the role of the troll can often be seen.

Whatever our mood, whatever our need
there is always an appropriate story to read.

Without tiny stories and beautiful dreams
we have no way to muffle life’s screams.

The beauty of fairy tales should never be lost
there is no possible way to repay the cost.