Supernova Soul

One hundred worlds,

this soul of mine,

metamorphosing,

ticking chimes.

Supernova in my mind.

The moon and stars

forever blind.

Myself, I’m lost.

Forever, goodbye.

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Whisper Wings

She left a trail of petals

The wind plucked one by one

And hid beneath the shadows

Of misty river’s run

But winter came and left

And in the flower’s dew

A tear was all she wept

With whisper wings, she flew

Staircase of Souls

Winding staircase in the dark,

knowing not how far apart.

Endless down, and still I go.

Feeling deep, I never know,

closer to beginning or end;

the surface merely crypt pretend.

But, further down, I sink below.

One hundred souls, alone.

Dragonfly Sky

Photo taken by Rebecca Wiley at Chimney Bluffs State Park in Wolcott, New York

Climb into time

and live within

lightening, as

dreams scatter

‘round until they

collide and curly

puffed clouds

encourage the

tide, while kisses

of thunder in

sparkling summer

eclipse into stars

and fill them with

wonder that

carries the soul

above the horizon

and flutter flies on

the wings washed

in gold, just dashing

through hope and

wonder up high;

a heartbeat in

rhyme with a

dragonfly sky.