I woke without the words
To describe
The crystalline feeling
Kneeling
Before my reopening eyes.
I woke without any words at all.
(Not entirely true-
But such words
I cannot relay to you)
And so colors came to my mind
Geodes deep in the caverns
Negative suns that do not shine
Cave pools of perfect black, distilled
Untouched
Uncut
Unjustified.
She wound through the trees
And the wreckage of my ship.
And she made sense of everything.
I nearly passed out again-
My mind raced to give the right thanks
For every electrical malfunction
Every piece of flotsam in my path
(And the alternate paths after that)
She was
The reason.
For that first short circuit and
Navigational error,
Imperfect
Calculation.
Thank the sky
For nearly killing me,
Now I have no words
For the thing I see.
How could a machine
Any machine
(Including my battered heart and me)
Perform at all in her slender gravity?
Oh god
She's so tall
As she feels my eyes
And does delicately rise
(She sighs)
From her perch against her spindly tree.
Stammering apology,
And sitting up without grimacing.
She rolls those enigma eyes
And comes over to help me.
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a/n it's almost like.. the ship is a metaphor for an unwanted feeling, which is also a metaphor for the rogue who caused it. and the garden is a metaphor for a beautiful feeling, which is also a metaphor for the queen who exudes it.
