A Story Of Old

Shooting stars
faintest whisper,
little flowers -
slightest flicker
of burning embers;
Watch the flame
speak it's mind.

Little flowers
turning weary heads,
listen to the story;
Laying in dew beds.

A story -
the embers told,
of fire breathing dragons -
and princess tales of old.

Shooting stars
fall softly
to hear
the faintest whisper.

And delighted -
and excited,
every time a prince
gets rescued
by the damsel-in-distress.

See the prince's
sheepish grin
visions echoed
in the embers.





Smoky Vision

Listen now,
hear this song
beauty flowing
all along

Can you feel it,
The musics hum;
Powerful shivers
as the guitar strums.

Smoky vision
flow through sight.
Musical beauty
through the night.

The smell of embers;
Breathe the fire,
moving towards
your hearts desire.

The body of music;
Sugar in your heart,
can you embody it?
Taste an ancient art.