microscopic muses

Twisted tales                             Lies entwined Words unheard                            

between the sky’s                          self importance       and my self denial *time is always, the (un)forgiving  one*                     

W hile our thoughts are                Mainly in the clouds We can see the ground from *a different perspective *                                                                 

T he sky and I Understand each other               We share the same breathing space                                

controlling love    being controlled           by a love *unloved*.                                          

Reflecting Autumn        And all her finery    Beguiling beauty                               

Falling  leaves Leading pathways  Strewn with gold                                       

The young can teach the old much About such and such While the old can teach, the young        *resilience*                                                                               

How long must Autumn lament   Until Spring All fallen leaves re birthed         * anew *                                                                                       

Nature’s rubbish Discarded Manmade