• Glass lilies
    Suspended on cloud dust and tears
    Fragile and delicate
    So many rainbows

    Chilly lint which flutters
    Out the downy heavens above
    Alighting on the serene face
    Of Gaea

    Translucent ribbons of
    The serpent’s woven breath
    Stalk through the Mother’s
    Diamond hair

    Formless gold shoots
    From an emotionless sphere
    Taped to the background of
    An equally apathetic sapphire

    All this I saw
    In your eyes

    People thought you were dry ice
    Winter personified
    But I don’t see the tundra
    I see spring