Safety pins glinting like sunshine
Rainbows and dust bunnies flitting around like butterflies
Pumpkin spice wafting through
Quotes on slips of paper taped hastily around the room
Brushstrokes, smudged led, keep on walking
Silently talking
Like how rain hits the sidewalk
Or maybe my tears dripping down
Sticking to my frown
Water rushes like realizations
Like melancholy, though fake and profound
Like spinning around, singing ring-around-the-rosies
With a pocketful of posies for the grave
Grief slipping away, playing a child's game
Iridescent insect wings like those of a fairy
With little bags of pixie dust to satisfy their wanderlust
Over travels
Through rain and sun and clouds and wind
Stop at the creek in the storm
Sparks and flames and warmth
Like pumpkin spice wafting through
Quotes on slips of paper taped hastily around the room
Brushstrokes, smudged led, keep on walking
Silently talking
Like whispers in caves
Like posie petals falling on the grave
And the aches I feel at night when I know I'll never take flight like a fairy
In mid January
And unexpected snow
But my soul still glows
When I think of my paracosm
With big, rainbow blossoms
And moonbows
And clover pillows
So vivid in my brain, but my everlasting pain
Is strangely absent.
