ivymaniae

[ivymaniae]

Lucille

a poem by Lavore Ovale

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this fairy has no wings

instead they perch upon a branch singing for you to come back.

a siren’s tune could only be so melodic

a sirens tune only attracts the sailors who long for thier love

while surrounded by an abyss of endless possibilities.

I wonder what it’d be like to drift away from everyone. to linger in the middle of nothing. to gaze up upon the heavens without civilizations luminescence and finally be free.

strangely enough, i have been there. but it wasn’t an ocean.

I remember the golden hues engulfing my skin. changing my outward appearance as Midas did to all he loved. i remember seeing the long white wings of those around me as they set me down upon the earth. i remember how the clouds circled over me. i remember…

sometimes i spend lifetimes in paintings. i wander their fields and become the spec that desires to be seen by the stray artist.

my golden boy. bring me home to you.

lucille.

[ivymaniae]