I made you a crown of flowers
when you weren't looking
with roses and daisies and lilies-of-the-valley
and thorns that are never to prick you
it drips golden nectar
to match your golden eyes
I made you a house of thread and drapes
when you weren't searching
with a window for a ceiling
and bookshelves filled with stories
they're woven from the constellations
I've seen you smile at
I made you a garden
when we weren't touching
with the fattest bumblebees
and flowers grown in moonlight
there's a tire swing
tied to the willow tree by the river bank
I made you a sky
when you were hurting
it has clouds you can touch
and stars that adore you (who doesn't?)
you can float up there if you want to
but you should fly up there since you need to
I made you a world
when I was trying
a place with the flickers of your dreams I found
a blanket to keep you safe
we're still just kids
and I've got our sky boat ready
have you packed your bags?
YOU ARE READING
Feathers: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA pencil is the spotlight of a soul. It tells them its okay to overflow. It tells them ideas are art, and that the best ones are masterpieces. Feathers is a collection of poetry by me to convey the beauty and undeniable strife of the world, and emot...
