Blue Sky and Tomorrow


This is where our

Faity tale turns

To sorrow

I’m not your

Blue sky anymore

And your not my tomorrow

The moon crashed

Out of the sky.

And everything

I thought real

The stars broke to

Tiny bits of stone

Blown and gone to

Dust on the wind

We live in an

Idiot’s glamour

Fairy bells and silvet dreams

Strung like tapestties

At rainbows end

Our enchantment

Is unspelled

Our fairyland gone

All the love

All the dreams

That will not go with thee

That will not let me be

Once I followed

A will-o-the-wisp

This true love

But life is not

Magic and fairy tales

That is a children’s fable

I am not your

Blue sky anymore

And you are not

My tomorrow

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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