Like a stone cast
Across a river in cascading
Blues and yellows, I shine
And reflect the eloquence
Of the world around me.
With each skip, pop, and skate
My eyes radiate in your tender
Turquoise and reflect your gentle
Trees that furrow under my feet.
In faded greens that are the veins
Carrying my heartbeat, my fingers
Intertwine and lashes dance.
The fluidity of blonde and peach
In an array of sunbeams.
A simplistic dream
As a girl in the city sleeps.
There is no solace
Found under the night
Sun of streetlamps.
The abundance of metal
And concrete is not
The result of human nature,
But is the nature
Of a species that
Can never stop, think.
The air that moves does not
Flow like the river in their bodies.
The madness of their minds
Only reflects on their walk home,
Through blood ridden alleys, drug
Induced slumbers, slouching slanted
Sinister sidewalks, dressed like
Your last midnight battle.
She is the one who daydreams
Deep into the night, carrying
Her life in a backpack, holding herself
Together with duct tape and iron
On patches. Cracked skin, re-stitched
Seams, and abandoned apartments.
Summer in her eyes, autumn in her hair,
Spring in her smile, winter on her breath.
A momentous serenade of a mosaic life
When all the broken pieces come together