Rattling my jaw like a thousand years torn from pages of your book of shadows.
A roaring wind across the oceans.
Tearing trees from their roots.
Clenching my fist with all of your lies.
Cast out, cast out.
Like the light in your eyes.
Travel centuries to see it through.
Emitting into me from you.
Cold waves crashing along the shore like hands beating drums.
Hands to catch you.

A life once dreamed up,
trickling from our finger tips.
Into lakes that collect secrets from streams.
Oh, oh, down here nothing is as it seems.

Shape shift little dreamer.
Into blossoming flowers,
into the gully where it all blooms.
Don't pay no mind, to the darkness that looms.
Decades in and a comfort through the lull of night.
Silence comes and we stare into whatever we might.

Reflective lakes, that collected all our secrets from the streams.
Running into the tall grass to escape the way we are.
Hoping to repair the life we used to dream.
Little hands reaching to the skies.

Mama will always tuck you in.
Mama will always tuck you in.

Who you've been, and who you'll be.
From the streams, then into me.
I'll whisper dreams into your ears at night.
The secrets they used to tell.
Now all dreamed up ideas, for you to sell.

Saree Nyxi
May 23rd 2017

Weaving you in like cat's cradle.
The whimsical motion of her wrists catching wishes from floating seeds in June.
Running fingertips along the edge of your holographic glass.
Ringing clear. Tongue swollen.
No word on this sleepy afternoon.
Walking down overgrown paths,
drunk on pollen and rays of sun shining through.
Want to run away with love engulfed pupils.
Pearls wrapped in golden webs.
Are we in over our heads?

Saree Nyxi
May 2017

I felt at home walking into the thicket.
The humid air felt like a warm breath on the back of my neck.
The branches waved frantically at the sky in a panic.
Better call your daddy,
Ole man's got the death rattle.
One swift kick backward with death's sharp hand pulling me backward from high up, standing above the clouds.
Dreamt of placing lily of the valley in a trail.
Sitting on my grandma's porch during summer rain.
A pile of dusty books, creating a staircase to reach all hidden memories, but it's all the same.
Collecting morning dew in my hands, thinking I could revive you.

I walked up a hill, the grass had recently been mowed in perfect crescents.
Swaying purples and trailing greens in the dusk where I'm holding my shadow close.
My eyes rolled back as lightening hit the ground, I fell back.
Open eyes, I knew.
One last breath and I lay down your head.
Nothing to claim, once it belongs to the dead.
I felt my heartbeat kicking in my teeth.
Turning off the lights so the neighborhood kids can finish their game of Sneaks.

Saree Nyxi
May 2017

Are you ready to tell me stories yet?
My color changing eyes fixated on your smile as you laugh.
Moving in these waves of people missing summer nights.

I'm dancing alone, spinning from branches, encased.
Will you catch me if I'm quite not ready?
My sisters collect a nest to lay me down.
Glittering, soft, and curious.

Tethering from the realms of in between.
Wrap ourselves in scattered petals and these lilac scented sheets.
Whispering, whispering, life back into me.
Saree Nyxi

May 3rd 2017

I am, your lily in the valley.
You are, thy unrequited love.
Cutting away like paper dolls.
Lighting matches with a flick of my tongue.
Can't bring it back,
they say 'what's done is done'.

Oh beloved, do you remember me in the silhouetted sun lit rooms?
Soaring through our shape shifting fields.
Meet me under the trees we named.
I've sutured our bridges back together with woven ferns.
The boat still secured in the bay.
Singing our chorus as I skim across the sea.
Oh love, oh love,
Just the setting sun,
You and me.
Saree Nyxi