Becoming

08 Nov Becoming

Poetry Garage

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

you are not just a song
you are a symphony

not simple words scrawled on paper
but poetry

you are light
and colour
and sound
ocean waves racing toward the shore

you are moon magic and stardust
you are the universe waltzing through time

you are snow in winter
new blossoms in spring
the sun on the desert
all the leaves of autumn painting the earth

you are wind and wave, earth and fire
you are the elements dancing in the ether

and though you are sorrow, shadow, and darkness
you are the mender, mending
you are fine china, laced with gold
beautifully broken, perfectly flawed

ever more beautiful as you unfurl

 

 

1Comment
  • Cinderelly
    Posted at 21:36h, 09 November Reply

    Black and white sweetness laced with soul sprinkles. Perfection, dear one. *swak*

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