the evening bleeds and the moon is the heart in the sky. the sun is the eye. i fly through the tall portal and

By Styxxoplix

the evening bleeds and the moon is the heart in the sky. the sun is the eye. i fly through the tall portal and paint day. i write night and throw poems in the wishing well amusing the muses with wet music. slipping through autumn's fingers i follow the woman through the forest into the river of rain. trees laugh by and tickle my ears, branches brush my hair in a rush i lay down in the middle of the meadow. there's a window in the flower next to the old owl. i hear the werewolf howl and the predator on the prowl for princesses. i make designs in the dirt with my stick spending all afternoon with HER playing hymns of new todays are tomorrows