for Lexi
She's the creator of her current. The waves watch in wonder as she dances in an orbit all her own. She's made up of mysteries, but it's the science of it all that sets her spinning.
She dreams in every color, wavelengths upon dimensions, surfing the stars and racing the rainbows. Her giggles glitter the galaxy.
She's a beacon of the purest white, reflecting the soft sweet song of a summer sunrise. Her smile keeps the clouds at bay. Wide-eyed and breathless as the breaking dawn, she beckons me to follow.
And I – I push back my sunglasses, take her tiny hand in mine, and step into the shine.
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Catalyst
PoetryArt is science. Science is art. To seek to prove this hypothesis is the greatest adventure. Breathe deep. Enjoy the ride. All it takes is one spark to ignite the passion of imagination, ambition, desire, or a dream that can change the world. You ho...
