quick sketch of the earthbound mystic

how do i thank you
lover of worlds unseen?
not in the gold that
dazzles the pretentious,
but in clytie's gold petals,
i thank you.
not in the palaces that
placate the pompous,
but in aurai's wings,
i thank you.
not in the diamonds that
weigh down the fingers of queens,
but in asteria's sky gems,
i thank you.
you lover of earth and of wind and of sky,
i thank you in flowers and breezes and stars,
for that is your worth.
you tamer of passions,
you wrangler of pride,
you priestess of unvarnished truth,
i thank you.
you conundrum of love,
your heart has picked well,
for your name is worthy of love
yet your sign is love unrequited -
your gift has set you free.

quick sketch of the sad girl at the market

was it always a mirage
in my fool's head
or were you happy ... in the beginning?

i'm a masochistic fiend
addicted to my own blood
convinced i want the real thing

... on this everlasting quest ...

eager to risk it all
for the magic
chasing that eternal first taste

and i lie
to myself
"i'm not a fool to believe..."

... i think ... i say ...

but i question
these exquisite cages
these elaborate bonds

and i find myself here
again and again
the unlovable one

... tell me ...

it was real
if only for a moment
don't quench my thirst

to try, to chase
that first taste
that virgin's blood

... of love ...

lady yule

if i could, sweet bee,
i'd whisk you away to a winter hideaway
i'd call the snowflakes just to watch them compete with your fading summer freckles
(bless you, frau holle, for shaking your feather bed)
i'd plant a forest just for the right to chop one down for you
i'd burn it down, in tiny pieces, shoved into an ancient stove,
to watch your cheeks find their roses again,
to let your eyes leak their tears until they shined again,
we'd make smoke signals to the sisters and forget all the misters
the squirrels they would scamper,
the bears would play banjos,
the foxes would dance through the trees,
the rabbits would drum - drum, drum, di, drum, drum,
while the owls penned sonnets to the breeze
while alcyone's sleep tamed the wild seas
i'd feather your nest with the seams of the sky
where the wildest ones fly - the blindest, the wisest - like you and like me
let the wheel stop while the sun has her sleep
i'd nestle your head while you weep and you weep
and just as they came, those shadows, they'd creep ... away
for the nymph who taught bees to make their sweet honey,
the sun will once more be ever so sunny