Where is my getaway That far off place To make daily life More bearable -Kel Dayheart
Aging
As years creep by I seem to dread More and more My raising age As I have Very little to show For it -Kel Dayheart
Unattainable Beauty
It's like smoke on glass Impossible to catch But beautiful to watch -Kel Dayheart
Theatrical
She's the queen Of drama Dramatic to a fault -Kel Dayheart
Optimistic Traveler
Following the path Is impossible to do Without a map So I'll wander now And hope for the best Maybe I'll find Lost to be Where I needed to be -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #151
Beauty is immortal. Beauty lives in breathing.
Haiku #140
Fingers strike a match Fire alights for a moment Dancing in the air
Worn Muses
Nine muses praised- Worshipped, cast in stone As though to immortalize Their beloved features Time has worn away Their inspiration Fading, like worry stones Constantly in use -Kel Dayheart
Expression
Dirty paintbrush dreams Hopeful art To express yourself Hands coated In the need To create -Kel Dayheart
Reproduction
Shades of blue smeared Across the canvas space In chaotic swirls That is somehow elegant Enough to be reproduced Thousands of times Trying to capture the same Feel of the first -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 