My Lover's Name is Calliope
15th June- 15th July, 2018
Winter frost chill thaws
Budding dark seeds sprout
Silently white is dotted darkly
Life preludes its return.
Winter frost chill thawed
Once dark buds lighten
Shrubs rustle, boughs shudder;
Lingering snow flutters down.
Winter frost chill forgotten
Warm sun begets laziness
The young dream, the old rest;
A year has finally been laid to rest.
Winter marks end of seasons
Spring starts a new adventure
Gregory's Calendar was made for business
Celestial lines have their order.
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Light footsteps soundlessly tap
Frozen limbs of woods stand still
Opaque wings translucently shimmer
Why out in Winter's cold, Little Fae?
Tumbling through piles of snow
Fae's glow dims at times
As bright smiles and gay chimes
Sound as laughter in Winter's eve.
Another boy lies with her; human.
Arms extended to unfurl white faux wings;
His not existing being a fae of forgotten roots.
Small feet play in water
Small puddle in the forest is clear and cool.
Spring has come with many years
Little Fae is now a big girl.
Boy has grown up too
His eyes don't shine as they used to.
Older; disillusioned,
The seasons have lost their magic.
Boy is tall like a tree
He treasures the world because of Little Fae.
In his world, only in memories, can the magic exist.
Hard work; victory
I have succeeded; I have wealth.
Hard work; victory
I am accomplished; I have happiness.
No...victorious- like everyone else.
I have everything in the world; I have power.
No...satisfied- as everyone desires.
I have what matters most in world; I have love.
With no presence you will die,
Little Fae, that is why the world whittles the forest away.
With no world you don't exist,
Human, you will have no purpose.
Winter frost chill thaws
Budding dark seeds sprout
Silently white is dotted darkly
Life preludes its return.
Boy did not visit this winter.
Dark billows paint the pure horizon
Defiled white scenery is divided
Little Fae quietly hovers on frozen limbs of woods.
Winter frost chill thawed
Once dark buds lighten
Shrubs rustle, bough shudder;
Lingering snow flutters down.
Boy did not remember this spring.
Many flowers failed to bloom.
Many spirits failed to rise.
Again; alone, Little Fae looks at the marred horizon.
Winter frost chill forgotten
Warm sun begets laziness
The young dream, the old rest;
A year has finally been laid to rest.
Boy did not visit this summer.
The forest has lost her majesty.
The forest has lost its bustle.
Little Fae has lost the springs of life
And her wings flit dimly.
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"Boy..."
Little Fae tearfully waits
Quietly tending to sickly green gates.
Boy...
Little Fae tearfully wanes.
"Boy..."
Little Fae's heart tearfully breaks
Quietly watching the last pure bloom wake.
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Winter marks end of seasons
Spring starts a new adventure
Gregory's Calendar was made for business
Celestial lines have their order.
Little Fae's home was visited.
The spring forest was not as in memory
More than the passing of Time,
It was Man who made this change.
Little Fae was looked for.
He knew he was guilty-
But the boughs were swaying silently
And Boy could not see shimmering glows.
Little Fae was searched for.
He was now-forever changed-
But the tepid pools were lonely and still
And there were no hidden giggles nor lightening laughters.
Little Fae was sleeping still.
He was forever broken.
Dark wings on cradling leaves
Boy cried over lost years and love unspoken.
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"Little Fae..."
Boy tearfully waits
Quietly tending to sickly green gates.
Little Fae...
Boy tearfully ages.
"Little Fae..."
Boy's heart tearfully breaks
Quietly watching the new pure bloom wake.
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Winter frost chill thaws
Budding dark seeds sprout
Silently white is dotted darkly
Life preludes its return
Winter frost chill thawed
Once dark buds lighten
Shrubs rustle, boughs shudder;
Lingering snow flutters down
Winter frost chill forgotten
Warm sun begets laziness
The young dream, the old rest;
A year has finally been laid to rest.
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