Speaking in Tongues

Do you remember when we spoke

in the language of gods;

in the old tongue,

tender and true?

Whisper to me, again,

of your days and nights,

of fruit ripening in the sun.

Tell me the secrets of the stars.

Hold me in your song;

swing me on a promise.

Teach me, again, to hope.

This is for G-man's FF55.  Click on the link and check it out.

Artemis

     Image from IGRT

She melts,

pooling

on the floor

at the foot of your bed.

Her thoughtful light

is measured, mapped, portioned out,

named and known;

yet, do you hear her song?

Down at the shore,

her reflection 
ripples across the water,

broken 
into a thousand bits

as the surface is disturbed.

Do you know what she hides?

This is for G-man's FF55 and IGRT, both wonderful, yet different, sites.  You should check them out.

Handle with Care

Today is fragile.

She is cold, white, eternal;

with each smile

she threatens to split -

shimmering, shivering

into a thousand

pieces.

Can you put her back together

just the way she was?

She is subterranean,

a treasure hidden in a field,

shrouded in layers

to protect, insulate.

Still, she breaks.

Today is fragile.

This is for G-man and his FF55.  Click on the link and check it out.