Witch's World by Caroline Tiss

Witch's World

I gaze into glass, like a ship on a misty night

Let me dance on drops of morning dew one balmy day in June,

I love the romance of it all,

I am the crashing of thunder,

I am the quaking of the earth as stampedes of stallions run by Ireland's horizon,

I believe, I hope, I dream

I am the lonely London fog, I am quiet in the twilight.

The day has just begun.

Aurora, Aurora, Aurora, my love.

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Muses by Caroline Tiss

Muses Every minstrel's muse is a fleeting trick of the light, Infatuation is to sacrifice your wild rose to the oceans, Dark and deep, My greatest fault is my love, the lofty kind, Rose colored glasses have clouded my eyes, I disregard the ugly and obscene for sugar coated lies. This night is the hurting kind of silence. I long for safety while in the pit. The only safety is within me.

Suspension poem by Caroline Tiss

Suspension It never was the sort of thing that caused the bough to break, As I bleed she watches me with her pure heart, Here I am, the weighted end of the scale of justice, Staring at my virtuous sun, Her gaze pities me, What good is pity if my river is red with blood from my heart, Sympathy will not save you, So it is not a virtue, Do not patronize me with your ivory, I do not regret a thing.

Venusian Myths - Caroline Tiss

Venusian Myths Beauty is not true, Beauty is not definable, To be aware of symmetry and color is all that you need, You can bejewel the night sky as Nyx has done, and the sight is astonishing, As long as the sun and moon shall endure in perfect peace and harmony, So shall the world reflect the sentiments of tranquility, Beauty is in the wild unknown.

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