Where does a heart go
When a pink sunset
On blue waters breaks it?
Does it sink among pebbles
Or shreds and dries
With torn sea grass?
Where do songs go
When the sun leaves
Taking shadows with him?
When stars no longer smile,
Who hears the moon’s lullabies
In hesitations washing on sand?
Who hears ghosts moan in rigging
Or the wide wasteland
of numbness in the call of owls?
A mermaid’s eyes freeze
A butterfly with magic dust.
A unicorn drowns in a moonlit haze.
Blue mountains watch
A soul capsize without a tear.
Stones tumble on pink sand.
unbuttoned or undone 
Lovely…. ahhhh….
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You wanted more pixie dust… today it’s magic dust. 😉
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Pas beaucoup de rires aujourd’hui, cherie.
Some of your lines are heart-breaking.
Mais tu crees toujours la magie.
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Tu dis que rien n’est reel
sauf peut etre la magie
et parfois ca fait mal.
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J’ai oublié! Merci pour les mots qui me font toujours plaisir et qui réchauffent mon cœur.
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It all needs an audience 🙂
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Hmmm.
Thank you.:-)
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Oh but wait! you are an audience!
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The universe is indifferent? Magic is its own law?
shred and dry
rjb
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It’s no fun when reality intrudes on magic. Then it just hurts.
freeze dry is also a possibility.
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Lol, freeze dry. *snorts
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Such a talent
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Thank you D.
As I heard in Brooklyn: ‘From your mouth to God’s ears!’
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I believe the heart goes and comes with the songs.
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That makes sense.
It follows the piper and beats with the drummer.
And in magic moments, sings arias to angels.
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Yes! I believe it does. 🙂
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Your first stanza alone says it all. Simply exquisite.
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Thank you Marcus, I’m glad you liked it.
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Dogs. They can here someone licking stamps three miles away, and erupt into a symphony of panic and danger-alert barks, so the whole house sounds like a car crash. Idiots.
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Haha! Fortunately I only have one dog. But he takes a lot of room.
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That makes you a good dog mom 🙂
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A delightfully whimsical piece Emmy. I’m particularly taken with, ‘ lullabies in hesitations washing on sand’ – quiet as it is, it screams talent. Great work.
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Thank you Mike, you are most generous.
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I love both the images and the poem!
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Thank you Maria. I happen to live in a very photogenic part of the world, so there is always something to capture at any given time. 🙂
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