She ordered Romeo from
her balcony of happy
endings; what came in the mail
dried dreams to dust, delivered
disillusionment stillborn.
Seeking life in the garden
below reduced love to mere
snake in the grass; unnumbered
shattered crescent moons, galling
tear-stained timekeepers, kept pace
with waning confidence, while
wounds slowly faded, shadows
on the dial. When once she
lifted her head, above thorns
and crafty serpents, True Love
waited there, on silvery
wings. Inhaling sweeter air
gave new dreams fresh purpose; her
songs, sung not from empty purse
but full heart, hold the power
to stir even paradise
lost. From her balcony she
commands nothing, but receives
what the moon delivers as
a legacy wrapped in love.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Wow. This is bad. ass. Very cool.
😉 I think I’ll say ‘thank you’ and then send you to the principal’s office…
Is she hot? Ha! I’m here all week. Try the veal.
She IS hot – and I’ve tried the veal, thank you. I recommend the chicken. 😉
; )
Loved it Melody! A story of new beginnings and the power of love seedlings – even when strewn among thorns and crafty serpents.
A love story where no one dies in the end. Gotta love that! 🙂
Absolutely beautiful…what a way with words you have!
Thank you, Patty!