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

thank you.

➖➖➖

you spend your mornings

with coffee and crosswords,

your afternoons

filled with dirt and digging,

the tilling of sandy soils

in a garden that gives back

there is such power

in the small things,

the shoots of plants that bloom

from seeds in sowed fields,

the energy of life and love

in hands that endeavor to provide

– ashley jane

will you jump in?

her eyes are home to silent seas,
a touch of azurite and aquamarine,
a cool gaze filled with depths you can’t fathom
but that soul of hers
is all moonlight and sakura blossoms,
the moment when winter meets spring,
feathers of snow and brushstroke blooms
painting her heart in hopeful hues
she is an garden of beauty on the ocean floor
daring you to explore

– ashley jane

dip-dyed prose for darkened skies.

messages
transported by a knot of sparrows
across the spectrum of colors
we ride on the backs of a birdsong
and melt into the fire of tomorrow,
souls ablaze in the flashpoint 
of the words we were too afraid to share
we’re crossing lines and time zones 
as they swim in the northern lights,
staining our pages with wet ink,
infusing chapter and verse
with a myriad of hues,
painting rainbows with poetry

– ashley jane

we’ll all revel in the blaze

i watched her rise
from the ashes you left her in
dressed in golden stars,
adornments plucked from the heavens
she wears them like war paint,
a firewalker fueled by the power
of a thousand suns,
a heat aching to ignite
i call her phoenix
and one day,
she’ll burn your world down 

– ashley jane

there is power in embracing the change.

the night howls and the daylight fades,
nature sweeps us up in a million shades
and i am hypnotized by falling leaves,
captivated by their color —
green-yellow-caramel 
fueillemort
we were taught this is evidence of death,
but i find life in their evolution,
i see beauty in their cycle
of change and rebirth
– ashley jane