Solace

By

P. S. Campbell

Beauty sways so sweetly in the parting of a smile
Colors alight with happiness, danced forward in the shift of one’s eyes
Forgetful of fear, tears hold no value here, for time rightly withered and stall
Day thus shared its eminence with night
Stars bustled, as the moon play pliably with the sun

Come forth, come forth the cabals sang
Partake of the revelry
Let thine be mine and mine be thine
Conjoined in love, we indulge
Come forth, come forth their laden hearts crooned
Come forth they chanted as one
Drink of this


Tempus

By

P. S. Campbell

Softly she smiled and morning waxed. A dryad clad in the favor of another.
Woven in fables long battered with time, darkness frothed its dominance of such tale.
Saplings whispered of such within the gathering rush, ere radiance called forth a name.
Thus, an answer was had.
She smiled and dawn bellowed its’ affiance of truth. She smiles and the sun blooms.
Like an oath once wedged in the crevice of lore, morning unfurled with the sweetness grafted in a simple smile.


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