Honeysuckle sweetness
Nectar from a rose
Honey words keep dripping
Drops, I hold them close.
Pools of wild amber
Sing within my heart
Sap rush up my fingers,
Spill out a sparkle's part.
At the edge of all I am
I see a slice of sun
Star and moon and cloud together
My words are never done.
Wings are feathered syllables
Hearts are spelled of sky
Hopes are tied to kites—
Can I trust, and let them fly?
*A poem at least ten years old! Still makes me happy.
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Prickmedainty Poetry
PoetryFor all those who broke their glass slipper and still search for stars in the shards.
