When the clouds hang low over the plains
And the cold wind blows across the pool,
I can just barely make myself believe
That it's the salty sea air I breathe.

Richenfeels Lullaby

Hush little fangirl, don't you cry.
Moriarty'll make your genius fly.
And if that genius won't fly swell,
James will take your doctor as well.

Hush little fangirl, don't shed a tear
Just because Watson came too near.
Don't run sobbing down the hall
Just because Sherlock took the fall.

Hush little fangirl, hold back the flood.
Molly will clean up all the blood.
She'll keep his cold corpse safe and sound
Until they put him in the ground.

Hush little fangirl, don't say a word
Or Moffat will unleash the writer herd.
And when they get their hands on you
You'll be glad that was all to Season 2.

Hush little fangirl, don't you sigh.
We'll get Season 3 now by and by.
And even if it's when we're sixty-six,
We'll still see how well Watson kicks*.

*kicks Sherlock's butt of course

Poetic Shipping

I wonder if she reads them,
The poems he writes about her.
I wonder if she feels a pang,
Imagining the lines writ for another.

Then he shakes his head,
"No, no,
"It's you."

I wonder who she is.
But I hope she counts herself lucky.
And I also hope she is the friend I'm thinking of,
For the two were well matched last I saw.

Web of Memories

A web of memories
Across the mind,
Blinking with synapses
Firing through minute pathways
That images long gone
Might be seen again.

I love the sky after a storm.
Last night,
To the west as the sun set,
The sky was a perfect rosy red,
Bringing this girl delight.

Slightly to the south,
The curve of the Earth
Had already thrown the clouds
Into purple shadow.

But to the west,
The clouds were painted
A perfect gold with lovely strokes.
Full yet subtle,
Defined yet I can see
Where the Painter has blended
The gold with the blue of the sky,
Washed pure with the passed rain.

So beautiful.

Unwanted by the
World, she must fight so that
She does not want it.

Falling apart,
Piece by piece,
That the Almighty
Might patch me up
With seamless threads
And perfect swaths of gold.