A magical place, imagine
Looking through the glass
Half empty or half full
Where it goes, no one knows
They flit and flutter
Amongst the branches they dance
In and out of focus
Not showing themselves
Holding out the hope
To find the one
Smiling on the other end
The twinkle, in the branches as you pass by
The gold flecks in the air
Sparkle land on eye lashes
Butterfly kisses
As they flit and flutter amongst the trees
The path twists and turns
On the hill in the center
Stands alone, the silver white stag
Watching over his kingdom
The moon is high, as the lone wolf sings
Renosauncing to the very core
A glistening tear, slides down
The space within
The hurt, not left behind
The heartbeats for only one
Left alone, hand out
Reaching for a star, never to hold
There they go again
Flittering and fluttering amongst the trees
Leading the way to the sky
Where the fairies reside
In the water, looks like glass
Step through the door
Into the world beyond
March 7,8/22 Alkronebusch
From the heart poems 