Once upon a someday

I want a French chateau
with a tower full of books
and a ladder high enough
to plant lilacs on the moon.

It must have a window-seat
where I can reconsider the light:
              its' heartbeat, its stare,

and understand that my teeth are gravestones
for all the words I'll never speak.

Please, I only wish to polish the greenhouse mirror
with my lilac breath as sunrise
collects like dew on our skin

Reviews

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

each stanza it brilliant...the first I think is more subtle, which sets the tone for the rest very nicely
each is so visceral yet serene
I think you've really outdone yourself here girl!
not my usual spazz review, but hey, I'll save that for next time!

[Jack...]

Eglantine, I love how this dances about the page amidst shimmering sparkles of imagination. Nicely done.

[eglantine]

Thank you Jack!

[Frieda P]

The imagery is superb here eglantine, 'planting lilacs on the moon' what a thought, somehow for what reason, I don't know, it feels a bit unfinished to me, but I did enjoy your lovely allusions.

[eglantine]

Thank you Frieda, and yes, all of my poems as of late seem to be unfinished... waiting for something

[Frieda P]

Oh I hate when the muse leaves you hanging, I fully understand, still a pleasure eglantine.