You glistened, as clear as a crystal beach
and you knew just as much as the crystal kids,*
and you were never shy to share what you knew.
You stood tall to show your vision
and in that moment, I couldn't keep my eyes off you.
You crafted your own world
in the midnight sky
hovering your hands, over each star
you played connect the dots
and turned stars into constellations.
You picked up my fragile hand and used it to trace the skyline.
That night, I believed could chase the moon with you.
You saw the world in colour
while I grew accustomed to the black and white.
You spoke in colour
and told me to break free from the spider web
I spun myself into.
"These boundaries are imaginary;
become one with your dreams and sketch your reality."
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Her sorrow eyes unveiled her story,
more vividly than a thousand words
coming from her perfectly cracked lips,
and her lungs were always coated;
nicotine to sooth her soul.
But the smoke never clouds her vision,
it rather inspires her
to dream of new colours, new canvases.
Potential was engraved to her body,
and I knew her energy urged to be free,
beating on her chest; pleading violently, notoriously.
She was an enigma,
a pitch black exterior, paired with a powerful aura.
The world had buried her, but it was undeniable -
we were both from one seed.
I found little flecks of gold through her wounded soul.
I recognized her greatness,
so I spread the fuel to her inner flame,
in order to break her free.
"These boundaries are imaginary;
become one with your dreams and sketch your reality."
note:
(Crystal Kids/Children*: The Crystal children began to appear on the planet from about 1990-2010, although a few scouts came earlier. Their main purpose is to take us to the next level in our evolution and reveal to us our inner and higher power. They function as a group consciousness rather than as individuals, and they live by the Law of One or global oneness. They are also advocates for love and peace on this planet.)
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