Self

I'm ancient
With spring undertones,
I shine a pretty armour
Around the edge of my soul.

I fly the sparkles
Of a sunshine heart,
Broken,
Rebuilt and reclaimed,
Yet still beating hard.

Emerald lakes
Stretch in the shape of my eyes,
While paradise birds
Whisper asleep lullabies.

Words crush
In the waves of my hair,
Blue songs are still waiting
In the far hemisphere.

Topaz seas rest
In quiet afternoon charms,
Sipping tea,
While stormy seagulls fly
At the end of my arms.

I hold stars,
As I dance the night,
I stretch horizons
As I invite the dawn.


Copyright 2011 Cristina Miller.