The Triple Goddess

For my arrogance,He reached for the stars above,Black skies filling empty hands. Within this hollow,Filled with your endless desire,A pale flower blooms like blood. I offer my eyes,Covetous, life-drinking orbs,Gleaming the shade of lost dreams.

The Gentle Lie

Upon soft winds I gently lie, Warmed by the sun in lofty sky, The smell of coffee drifting by, With the tang of smoke on my sigh, There's nothing left for me to try, But allow these lonely tears to dry.