#musepoetry

[thewingedmuse]

Red or blue

My heart seems to jump

Avoiding choosing, in agony of past mistakes

Purple seemed always better

A bit of red and blue to soothe the heart's scrapes

But when would I realise red or blue

Either brings happiness to door

If she just chooses away.

Ball of yarn to my heart - swings, rolls, drops

My heart speaks in formless rainbows, indecipherable blobs of paint splashing against my soul of

Unsewn dreams and empty canvas

I demand clarity from kaleidoscopic chaos

I hold faith in stitches that came before

I rein in the thread as the Fates sew my destiny

And I realise then that faith is in my hands as Fate would allow

My colours are still a mess - a red, a blue, a green, a wonder

I'll see the colours set sail then, like I'm a ship sailing across the wondrous seas

At peace, at dreams, at love, at green

Let the flowers bloom, say I

Let them be vibrant, let every little choice be made knowing that flowers will accompany, and I'd be blessed with every turn of my ship

[thewingedmuse]

Back in my room, my comfort place

To enjoy a silent, peaceful night

To have hope with the days to come

To be embraced by my dreams, a slumber sweet

Slumber slumber, stars a-quiver

At night they sneak out, giggles adoring, to go ask their Mama

“Mama Moon, Mama Moon, do people under dream of us?"

"Little Stars, Happy Stars, they do, they have, they slumber sweet, they dream of stars that light their future, moon that guides their path

"They dream of clouds that roam the blue seas, and mists that part the skies

"They dream of suns that nurture and shelter, winds that grow and hold

"They dream of rainbows that hug the skies, just like me when I hug all of you."

The stars twinkle, cheer, giggle, a-mirthful all

As the people under slumber sweet in their comfort places

Little Stars, Happy Stars too a-twinkle in the moonlit glow

[thewingedmuse]

The raindrops refract the lights of the streets

The skies covered by a hue of fog

The night is still young, yet it is long

All I wanted is to go home

My home is where dreams come to rest

Where clouds come in flight lifting us up, up, up

Where strange is stranger still, and fascinations lay untold

When it's foggy we come out to seek and hide

When it rains we know to swim in puddles of sunkissed gold

When it's green and flowery and the birds come to bless our flight

Oh mother! Oh father! Oh love!

Dreams are truly true, and wonders are many, many, still