rulers.

we reign in the dream sea,

the waves crashing into us in random synchronicity

as we call them home

they recognize the salt living in our bones,

the breath of oceans roaring in our souls

we sit on thrones made of sequins and stars,

dressed in crowns of precious coral

we swim beneath the surface of your subconscious,

modern kings and queens ushering in

the realm of sleep

here, we are royalty

here, we hold hands with the moon

and become one with the tide

– ashley jane

mornings can be magic.

sunrise paints the sky

with a breath of poetry,

all cantaloupe and mint

and the same misty morning blue

that lives in your eyes

we speak in silent languages,

in wisps and wants,

in feathery clouds that flutter

gently against your skin,

in silent pictures etched

across the landscape of time

we are the dream weavers,

the designers of daybreak

wind-kissed summer souls

on the horizon of your mind

we carry warmth in our bones

(we will thaw your winter heart)

– ashley jane

she is summer.

summer always reminds me of her,

the feel of line dried clean sheets,

the smell of strawberry rhubarb jam

being made in the kitchen

along with fresh bread

and fig cake with pomegranate

i wait by the window for the june rains,

the heat ushering in wistful memories

of the woman who held the solstice in her soul

– ashley jane

watch her glow like the moon.

glimmering gold and lavender love

pretty pulses of healing,

starlight infused into screaming veins,

hope shimmering across the universe of a soul

whose only ever known how pain bleeds,

peace radiating through the home

of bones too familiar with agony

there is a goddess within her,

a warrior finally waking

from an eternity of aching

she sheds the shadows of the past

and walks into the wonder of the present

(watch her become the sun)

– ashley jane

i am in love with your light.

i dropped through the gray fog

on a wild flight beyond the edge of night,

and landed in the colors of June

i fell into a bright burn world

raining roses and stardust

i fell into y o u r world,

all spring breeze and a summer love

covered in sunflower petals,

and i was bewitched

i placed my heart in the hands

of a mysterious dreamer

who painted the skies

with orchids and dahlias,

as if you already knew all my favorites,

as if you already knew

how to make me bloom

i have always been shades of shadow,

but you,

you are a kiss of sunshine

you are a light in the darkness

– ashley jane

the light.

you followed me home,

to the place

where shadows bloom darkest,

and let yourself in

dressed with the sun’s secrets

on your skin

all crystalline beauty

and pretty petals

and green-garden-glimmer

you looked like a heartbreaker

with a smile that sparkled

and those coffee and cocoa eyes

but you smelled

like lilies and larkspur

and l o v e

so i let you kiss me there,

in my forest of gray

and you’ve been lighting up

these woods

ever since

– ashley jane

my wolves.

i run with wolves,
warriors with softly resilient hearts
i hold hands with heroes,
my hesitant fingers bound in theirs
because they give me the strength
to rise above the fire
to run among the pines
to break glass ceilings 
they teach me how to be patient
they show me how to be
brave

– ashley jane

bliss.

i wake on sheets
as soft as flower petals,
tulips and tiger lilies
pressed against bare skin
the day tastes like
orange blossom and amaretto,
sunbrushed summer
exploding on my tongue
and there is no waiting for love
see,
i prayed for heaven,
and it was delivered,
all warm skin and familiar eyes
and i
am high on the type of serene
that can’t be found in a bottle,
a moonstruck mellow only found
under midnight silver skies
painted by hands that speak
the language of devotion
and together,
we dance under a rain of poetry,
the clouds spilling sonnets
of two lovers
kissed by an ethereal grace
– ashley jane

moon child.

they call her moon child,

the girl with a midnight soul

and an anxious heart

she listens to their soft hum music

as they sing songs to the forest trees

about all her phases,

the way she moves between

new moon voodoo and full moon magic,

the way she knows all your secrets,

holding them in the folds and creases

of shadows that grace her surface,

the way she fades from sight

just long enough for you to miss her

they immortalize her in lyrics,

writing them into constellations

and spreading them across the sky

i am under her spell.

i watched her

waking from hibernation,

neither ghost nor girl

but hovering somewhere in between,

a born wildflower drifting

so i taught her

to dance in rays of sunlight,

to run beneath the rain

and now,

she is anointed with energy,

illuminated from within

she goes up in flames

and emerges with wings

she becomes the magic

that keeps me wild

– ashley jane