Unearthing Sleeping Beauty~~

I would be the flower

in the cracked earth of your skin

a parasol of firefly fluorescence against the sun’s contrails

a lighthouse on a dry shore, weeping light

for bones scattered, a pentagram sea floor for Venus

a garden of coral host to a gypsy girl

picking scales out of an eel’s disharmony

runes tattooed on my eyelids

“Don’t close them!” the men cry

Sometimes, legends are best kept buried in old tomes

brittle and too dry to unfold

But I  will blink

and every flutter has been written to shake the world

And when I sleep

I will be the flower

in the cracked earth of your skin

the rain that forgot

which way to fall

 

 

 

 

 

copyright:2011vssmd/pubam.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

from the upcoming UnFairy Tales From UnderLand

 

release date moved up to Nov. 2011 (possibly sooner) =)~

 

Reviews

[Robin]

an artists inspiration comes from places deep with in , places where meaning awaits , places we must explore . loved the 'runes tattoed upon your eyelids ' as each blink of yours unveils perspective in a language that unfolds before our eyes , our mind's eye brought into surreal focus .

and there is the gift , shared . where our travels through tangential time and entangled space , react and interact , shell puzzle pieces along the sands of existence where a lotus awaits to bloom in lavender light .

yes , you inspire ~

[Ed Hart]

the music neither begins nor ends, the flower grows here or there, the opalescent shimmering in the depths echoes in the corridors of hearts, and you sing and sing, and i never stop listening, and what can be claimed, i claim