Unicorn Streaks

sweltering vapors
dash across troposphere dyes.
frosted textures glint.

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Vivacious

Lovely as the light of day;
hyper as a jubilant child,
she sends her laughter—
the heart of spring,
miles astray.

Wave by wave,
spinning a weather vane,
the tempo travels
unhindered—unraveled,
where no one
can detain.

Daffy as a skipping stone,
barefaced as a brazen tone,
canary-like vibrations slide
through a broken, house,
window-screen
zone.

Doleful as a slow moving stream,
almost on the brink of belief,
a boy her age,
finds life hard
to feel
relieved.

Pathetic like a Greek tragedy,
two sore eyes weep with misery,
until they witness
something sensory,
something oh-so-out-of-
the ordinary.

Flickering as a dewdrop of rain,
amused as a tickling touch,
a vibrant, melodious noise
rings into the boy’s
eardrums—
just a little
too much.

Emanating as a bird call,
striking as a thunderous dream,
at last this boy hears happiness—
curved lips look
pleased.

Tales from the Gatekeeper

Snow at dawn
fades fast
with each
flake falling—
dying at an
evergreen’s
unforgiving
touch.

Dry as December,
the purest
crystals are
devoured by
a withered
grassland,
thirsting for
mountain
spring rain.

Well preserved
lake water,
icebound to
winter’s claws,
meditates within,
and overthinks
without the
broad daylight
that thaws.

Yet, the clouds
remain faithful
to the sky—
who shapes
the village,
steep high mist,
into the
handcrafted,
mythical beings
we all are
too scared to
know.

The Conjuring

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In the heart of nightfall,
she takes cover under a flock of bat wings,
persuading the ground beneath her
to exhume the dead from an
ill-fated land without illumination.

When her voice undoes an obsolete curse
her power succumbs to the clouds,
releasing demonic sorcery,
so penetrating,
that our world weakens to
its calamitous impact
instantaneously.