haydin

these silver strands are tangled
spinning old caccoons
can she sleep forever
can she break the mold
silver strands of memories seeping deep below
wishing well your echoing
smoke screens in the snow
yellow wings of solitude
bars and chains to match
fire fly lets light this night
a place where fairies pass
cobblestone of cherrywood
empty rotting tree's
float away these seamless thoughts
listen to songs breeze
crickle crack of morning light
hazy azure skies
broken whisper's in the night
screaming tear struck eyes
you are one in a million girl
your caccoon wrapped so tight
hiding deep inside your well
of countless knots of fight
little butterfly so blue fly into abyss
leave behind these solemn skies
breathe in a summer wind
trapped here in her miseries
yellow wings to match
hunting for her sunlit face
of spring times early catch