Glass petals faded up high
Glistening rays of violet gone
Turned a grunge sun
Memory of you wanes
World as you knew
Begins to rot
Till the universe spins
Moonbeams strike
A glimpse of bygone
Beauty caught
©2013jill
Jillterry.com
It was the sort of happening
That marks your life
Shifts
Twists
Skews
Destroys
Leaving the world
And all you thought you knew
Completely unrecognizable
Nothing can ever be the same
No amount of therapeutic soul healing
Will ever put you back the way you were
And you realize
With that single happening
Your life has suddenly been defined
Divided into two separate parts
BEFORE
and
AFTER
©2013 jillie
Jillterry.com
With old patterns faltering
In the wake of time
Serving him less and less
Desperation creeps
Then slowly sets in
Searching for something
Real to cling to
In a world of illusion
And cheap parlor tricks
Of which he created
And has always dwelled
Better to be
An imaginary somebody
Than a real nobody
His platform
His soapbox
His mission
His salvation
The sum
Of all his
Fear
©2013 jill terry
Jillterry.com
May the Morrigan remind me always, to be mindful of that which I wish for, on every single turn of the wheel ~
©jillie 2013
Jillterry.com
