PIXIE

Rosa Glover

A flower quivers
Blowing in the breeze
Wind spreads the shivers
The glowing green leaves

Budded lily pure
Ready for its fight
Waiting to be sure
Holding for the right

Coming very close
Almost at the time
Not meant to impose
To step into line

Last petal peals back
Releasing its boon
Small body falls flat
Facing a full moon

Eyes a mountain pool
Wings of winter frost
Dress of pollen wool
Hair the sunshine lost

Raised loving and free
Pulled many a prank
From a gold lily
Only me to thank

Mischief was in here
As pure as the sun
Her smile welcomes fear
Now what has she done




THE STORM

Rosa Glover




I hear the thunder,
A storm has come.
Wind whips all asunder,
Clouds cover the sun.

Your pain lashes out,
Her tears spill over.
Hope hidden by doubt,
Her face she does cover.

You at first don't see,
Her cry of pain you hear.
You turn and look at she,
Recognizing her fear.

You realize your mistake,
The pain you did cause.
Amends you try to make,
Her tears make you pause.

The rain spills down,
Dark clouds gather.
Lightning forms a crown,
Wind works up a lather.

Step up and hold her,
Promise to always come.
Call her father sir,
Tell her she is the one.

Wipe away her tears,
Remain through all her fury.
Protect her from fears,
Kiss away her worry.

If your love be true,
You'll give your very heart.
She will smile for you,
And swear to never part.

Grow from your pain,
Learn with each blunder.
Then go dance in the rain,
And listen to the thunder.


PINKY PROMISE

Rosa Glover

I pinky swear to you
I shall never kill
Not even me
Not ever
Never
No

I pinky swear to you
As long as you do
I will never
Unless you
Unless
I

I pinky swear to you
I will not commit
My death is wrong
I will not
I was
Wrong

I pinky swear to you
I'm ready to leave
It's not your fault
Please don't cry
Goodbye
Bye . . .




WHY?

Rosa Glover

It all went different
Than in my head.
The message never sent;
It was never said.
My words you bent,
What we had is dead.
I wish you would repent,
But not because my heart bled.

Why did I care?
You never really did.
You ripped me bare:
I did as you bid.
I never had a prayer,
I was just a kid.

I am done now,
I can't care anymore.
I offer my bow,
I've never been this broken before.
Why did you do it?
Break me like you did.


THE DISTANCED PRAYER

Rosa Glover

Oh let the miles grow short
And our time be long.
Let the problems be few
And the feelings grow strong.
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