A Bouquet of Stars for YWP

YWP is the reason I

Keep refusing to take off the nail polish

Chipped and speckled like stars,

Smiling when I see the flecks of gold

Within the flecks of turquoise

Within the flecks of my hope;

The reason I make mini books,

Pages folded into pages into

Characters I consider to be both

Dreams and dreamers

For my friends,

Trying to fit infinity

Into little pages because

I’ve been gifted infinite words;

Why when I see a wildflower,

I see the stars

And all the weight that floods

Our hearts

When we let poetry seep

Into our veins

And teach us how to be

A person;

Teach me to be alive,

Flowers bursting from my heart,

Butterflies of my soul fluttering

Every time I find a perfect

Little thing

Tucked between the pages

Of the world;

The me that lives between

My verses,

At least,

Who I hand you with my heart

And a bouquet of the stars

Because you’re all dreams,

And you’re all dreamers.

I know this isn't really what the prompt suggested, but I had the idea, and really wanted to write it.  It also felt the most truthful to me