Ars Poetica - by Lily

Some days
the trembles
leave an eerie tic

a light goes on and off
suns spin
and throw fiery darts

moon ever faithful moon
holds blue secrets
in her neverland eye

from the galaxies
to my little breath
it’s a long track

leave me standing
in the arms of bees

you are unsung
and beautiful

I hear prisms
hold music and answers
I hang crystals in my house
to attract the sun

two magpies
behind the neighbour’s fence
watching the doves
circle circle circle

hold on, peace is on the phone
tic


~Lily