Spring Poetry Contest

Existence (@ruthytoo)

I leave you with an excess of love

Exalt it to drought, my dear

Plow fields of glass so all may see,

Evoke a vivid taste

Beside the lips of orphans;

Till years past to this day,

Resting upon painted ice crystals

Were their new eyes:

A polish finish with a refine glow

And we will evolve together

Like gems: be sculpture or isle: be graced

Over existence itself.