Tis the siren’s wish
For the sailor’s song to ease
Some of her heart’s ache,
To hint at the feeling still,
Songstress suffers in silence
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Painted Skies
Then, our wish granted!
A day blue with painted skies,
Meant to wander out
Into the natural world,
To find peace again.
The birds will wonder
Why the strange ones will find awe
In land always there,
Simply since their hide is warm,
And no wetness falls from sky.
Feathers & Twigs
Did the fish emerge
from the sea, and discover
feathers and twigs, and
make from them pens and brushes,
and marvel in art like me?
Saving Face
I often wonder,
To see each other’s faces,
What would then happen,
Or perhaps I do know it,
It’s why our visage we hide
The Illustrator
You, illustrator,
Draw a world where others care,
Where pain shouldn’t be,
You tend to society,
Make a place I want to be
Old Pages and Curiosity
The usual spots,
We find solace in their depths,
Mine? The library;
In the smell of old pages,
There is knowledge kept in here,
Waiting to be found,
To be known by hungry minds,
Here I am starving,
There is knowing to be known,
So leads curiosity
She of Letters 