Fake tears fall
From tiny bottle
Until real ones come
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Tell the bees
May the goodwoman
Blaze the trail
To the honey box
Knock gently twice
Tell the bees
The whisperer is gone
May they carry on
Midden mortar
Two seeds
Which one to water
Who could know
What it will be
So tiny, two leaves
Open the flower
Scent on the breeze
Wait and see
Which one are we?
In the end
We all become stories
~ Margaret Attwood
My secret garden
Urgently wish
To kiss you
Instead, waited years
Climbed high mountains
To coincide with
Long-held promise
Of blooming again
Wishes on the wind
Blustery spring
Rattles my windows
Within
Batten down the lids
Promises of snow drift
Footprints on photos
Places I never go
Lift my mood somewhat
All I know
Is to write my heart out
Send wishes on the wind
That is all I can do
When the wind
Whips through me
Awash
Dancing in waves
Clifftop winds
Faeries on parade
While I trip down
Sandstone path
To the place where
Minutiae of death
Washes ashore
In shells and stones
A place where love lived
A childhood once before
With love
We leave
And let leave
All the ones
We ever loved
We cannot keep
So let them sail
Out past horizon
On winds of change
And do the same
I draw the line
Horizon begs me to come
Envious of all other
Lines I draw in my life
Its endless encore
Whispered in the waves
Come to me
I'll save you
Count the stars of heaven 