In the lush of love's eye,
amidst a foliage of dreams,
the one kept secret
slowly dies
no more butterflies.
Copyright 2008 Anna Kelly

It grew in stuttering little lines
from a pixilated fantasy
spun stupendously
onto a conscious canvas.

Looking up at the sky of abundance,
millions of starry wishes twinkle back,
Ah! there, see one shoots byits
tail sprinkling desire dust
into dreamy eyes.
Copyright 2008 Anna Kelly