it was a long time in
the broken heart cage -
it was a too long good-bye
and a welcome hurricane -
she took the quiet road home -
she gave back the passion kiss -

stumble, tumble through all
those leaves turning - she
was meditating on the green
promise of eternal spring -
holding whispering bones in
her wooden bowls - thinking
mostly of angels and sprites -
she has learned to listen to the
wounds, she will get it right ~

he was quiet in his bare feet -
he knows to remove his boots
when entering the garden home -
he was slipsy, tricksy sweet -
and every day he named a new
color for her - laughing she
found her dancing tune hiding
within his gowlden words -

where others left scars,
he left butterfly kisses -
where others left tears,
he planted laughing flowers -
where others left bruises,
he whispered lemon trees -
where others laid down lies,
he laid out a tea party for two -

"are you ready to go down the
rabbit hole?"

and which pill, my dear?  shall
we be tall or small?

he wraps me in winding words,
lulls me to sleep with incoherent
stories ~ i always wanted to hang
with the
dream king ~

hey, darlin,
the night is soft, soft and
dark but for the light, swilvery moon ~

shush, hush your mind, and fall quietly
into the sweet dreaming ~