Floating in denial

Float...

Float like a fallen green leaf.
Wander the surface of this vast lake's waters,
Let it's calmness become your soul's petty thief.

Wander...

Wander through the skies,
Let your eyes dance with the flying swallows,
See in clouds promises of sweet lies.

Listen...

Listen to the whistling wind,
The grass and bamboo flutes play distant tunes,
Which help you forget that you sinned.

Feel...

Feel the breeze in your skin,
Taking far away spoken words wished forgotten
With it's slow breath, so frail and thin.

Love...

Love this lake as the one you miss.
Float until your senses are pleased and your soul deceased,
Drift forgetting what you felt was amiss,
When you were dismissively denied
That very last kiss.

Fey tale

On Winter nights
The dark kin zests.
In foggy cold heights
The dragon rests.

On Spring dawns
The thin ice breaks.
Through songs of fauns,
The dragon wakes.

On Summer days
Warmth roams the skies.
While Pan's flute plays,
The dragon flies.

On Autumn dusks
The dryad cries.
Oblivion lurks,
The dragon dies.

A man named Joe

Once upon a time
There was a man named Joe.
He was pointed out
Wherever he'd go!

He wasn't ugly,
or anything of sorts.
And the problem weren't
His bright yellow shorts.

You see, Joe had this way
Of making all that he could say
Undoubtedly and obviously
... Gay!

So he walked with his head low
Pondering on his ways so.
He couldn't possibly know
Where fate'd make him go!

Around a corner he saw,
And mind this queer had quite an eye,
A sight he'd never seen before
Which almost made him cry...

A big round bearded bear
With huge drawings on his back,
A pink scarf on his neck
And a nametag spelling "jack".

As they met love bloomed right away
And Jack offered him a gold diamond ring.
The only regret after happy thirty years...
Was they never had offspring.