He opens his teeth-filled mouth
And screams, “Bow or I’ll bite!”

One brave serf remains straight,
He does not bend at the waist.

So the mouth of the king swings,
Opens for a big bite, what a sight!

It’s only filled with paper teeth.

Yes, you’ve actually been lied to.
But ask yourself, “Can accept truth?”

Are you a truth warrior or
Only a warrior?

Doctor your wounds
And bind them in truth
Like a bandage that heals.

A secret spoken is no secret:
I've only one forever love,
one true love,
Foolish woman that I am.

I know his name inside and out.
As well as he knew mine,
And in the many other forms
It took as we lay in love-talk.

As each one forms on my lips
Even now, I say, "Yes, I knew it."
I used it like a conation chanted,  
"one true love."

Though all knew the secret
No one spoke it out loud,
But perhaps whispered.

And it remained
A silent secret kept inside
like a whisper
Desiring to break out at times,
yet kept.

One forever true love,
He was mine, and I was his,
silent in our hearts.

Divorce can be harsh.
Yet our children always knew,
This secret, which somehow comforted.

He spoke my name one last time,
Our children proclaimed.
Then took our love with him to his grave.

I lived on, grew comfortable with our truth,
In my old age, "We'd only one forever love."

On the wings of forever love
Your name passes across my lips,
And onwards to the stars it passes.
The brightest star absorbs it into itself
And it is all the brighter for it.

The muted softness of the pastels,
Soft enough to be an infant's nursery,
Gently filled the post-dawn sky.
I wondered what the sunrise would bring.
The warm glow began to simmer
Along the horizon on the eastern view
Like the start of the Smithy's forge
Blown from its soft glow into a blaze.
The sun came with its fire rising,
Arcing red-hot around the sun.
Within these moments, a new day, born.

Sitting in the clover among the grass
A peaceful bunny held its gaze.
I held my breath, and time was still.
It was the communion of creatures,
Each serenely in the rolling hills of clover.

You have heard someone say,
"That's going to leave a mark."

At the moment of impact
We know how they feel.

As I gaze out at the beauty
Of each day, in that moment

Its impact indeed leaves its mark.