Broken Mirrors

sometimes, when you look in just the right light,
you can see forever in her eyes

if you let her break you
she will do so
gladly and with treason

she finds sparks in the most unlikely spaces and places them in your grasp

with intricate fingers she winds a web around your throat and all the while, you trace her smile - with your quickly fading vision

view from Ft.Caroline

some sort of moss near Spanish Pond (apparently not too far from Ft.Caroline?) in an alternate reality - it still eludes me

I must find a place where in flower spells I'll sleep the day away I must find a place where in faerie wings I'll dance the night away with swaying hips with closed eyes and arms raised up to the stars I will fight against the daylight