The winds of change consume me
as a wilted flower struggles to grow...

It pains me to write this poem
for these withered hands are stained...

I truly wish to breathe again
upon a sky, so dense...

Those dark, lucid words
flow within a pale gaze...

An old buzzard does a spiraled dance
upon winds of a rotten mist...

Sighs upon whispers
consume a wicked night...

Collaboration By Ms Happiness & Maple Tree
Flowers laced with sapphire blue...

I tasted rainbows under a mint green sky
on a humid afternoon in July...

This is not going to be elegant,
nor polished, as sliver spoons...

I leave him often
abandoning a smile...

Dragonflies sing tunes
upon a blue misty dusk...

I flew across midnight, as the blue moon cried,
no soul insight but my own, walking on stars...