We slip and slide
and slowly glide
down the slope of
eternity.
Take one look 'round,
you'll find
this playground
isn't what is seemed to be.
But speeding up and
whipping by and
tearing round the corners;
the merry goes 'round
and brushes the ground
reminicant of cries of glee.

~*~*~*~ the amethyst has risen ~*~*~*~

Il faut que je te la dise
Je voudrais te dire que tu me fascine -
que tu sois vraiment....vrai
Est-ce que je peux confier a toi?
Il est toujours dans ma tete, dans mon coeur, dans mon sang
Dans mon sang, dans le sang de la monde...
peut-etre dans ton sang aussi.
Qu'est ce qui se passe? Que fais-tu?
Quel corde utilise-tu quand tu m'attrapais?
Je ne sais pas. Mais peut-etre...
Peut-etre...
il sera forte.

~*~*~*~ the amethyst has risen ~*~*~*~

I don't
Know you.
Who are you?
What do you think
of this world, of what is has
to offer, of me?
Why are you sad?
How do I make it better?
What makes you laugh
innocently again?
Why do you smile?
What do you dream of?
Where is your secret escape
from the world?
I want to know you
Want you to know me
but want I wonder most of all:
what do you want?

~*~*~*~ the amethyst has risen ~*~*~*~

She sings softly,
Light and Sweet,
to imaginary angels wringing tender droplets
out of gold silk

She dances on air,
Light and Sweet,
stepsiding clouds and sunshine
in her way.

She sits daintily,
Light and Sweet,
in plush stuffed chairs and
velvet lining.

She is
Light and Sweet
now.

~*~*~*~ the amethyst has risen ~*~*~*~

She smiled too wide.
Her pretty teeth were blinding white
and her gums pink as bubblegum
and her lips plump and red and juicy
and her tongue flipped lightly against her mouth
but her smile was still too wide.
And everyday she saw the width,
measured it,
studied it
until it stretched past her face,
through her ears,
around her scalp,
like a neat little zipper and
opened her skull up and
took a peek inside and -
it was too big anyway.

~*~*~*~ the amethyst has risen ~*~*~*~

It pulses,
thrumming true and sweet
through frozen blood,
Shattering, a battle cry
from lips unsealed by
redredred so dark they
tremble. And it twists,
wrenches, deep and so
Sharp this anguish.
Because we were all young and frightened,
once.

~*~*~*~ the amethyst has risen ~*~*~*~