The burgeoning ethos of drifting fairies
In limited bodies; a spark that carries
The satisfied ways of disturbing genome –
Are these the things that resemble Home?
Amidst the glorious, chanting stream
In search of anything, my void is supreme,
I’m patching footprints over the wasteland,
The world stops nowhere, just as I planned.
What makes you tick and why is it dazzling?
Why is your heart still ancient and puzzling?
Faith is my opulence and I am squandering,
There’s magic everywhere, but it is tottering.
As I turn my head in every direction,
My peculiar heart utters affection.
We sit together
And we know why we live
All alone.
©2016 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Victoria Reynolds –