Her Balcony

Romeo balcony

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.

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Being Covered

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Being covered

in raiment of another’s choosing

labelled you Lost.

Lost to sight,

lost to self,

you laboured to be

whatever you were called,

and laboured in vain.

Until

being covered

in raiment of Another’s choosing

labelled you  Loved!

Loved by sight,

loved for self,

your labour to ‘be’

ceased;

you simply became.

Being covered

enhanced

and

complimented

and

intensified

inherent characteristics

and the you

inside

exploded with colour

and fragrance

and beauty…