XOnTheCalender

I long to find a Forgotten woodland trail and Tread where faeries have. To bury my feet In grey sands and tired waves, And watch the sun bleed. To tan my pale skin; For this relentless Summer To last forever. To caress bronze skin, Run my fingers through black curls, To kiss paint-red lips. To hear the great works Pour forth from a pretty mouth. Some Poe would be nice. Feel a foreign sun Upon my shoulders, and to grin a loving grin. The constellations In their places are obscured; I wish to see them. To listen to tales Of the ancient Gods, long dead, From one much wiser. To find adventure, And forget this corrupt world For just a whil

White dog, fool! Death will show! Catch its drool, You’re free to go. Lone wolf, boy! No love to thee! Stab the ground, And you’ll go free. Rainy solstice, Humid Summer. Whistles entice Lightning and thunder. Owl cries, Terrible Winter. Relative dies For sleep-laughter. Do not wake The sleeping walker! Spirits do take The midnight stalker. Earaches are cured By inversion and drool; Rest assured The bear’s not cruel.