She Breathed the World Through Poetry

And it tucked wildflowers

Between the pages,

Petals and pollen spiralled

Like constellations,

Still whispering of the breeze

And of the shooting stars;

And it danced in the ripples,

Twirling and splashing,

Kissed by the sunset

Whose path it followed

As it waltzed with its hope

Through the gold shimmering

At its feet;

And it underlined words

As a tree does to the clouds,

Reaching out its fingers and arms

To catch the stories

Sung by the sky,

Curling its buds open with sweetness

As spring’s rosy cheeks

Welcome each little bloom;

And it hugged its bleeding heart

As dreams streamed from the cracks,

Stitching it back together

With the sun and with its hope,

While moonlight tricked down its face

Only for them to end up

In a larger well for wishing,

Pennies rusted yet shining

At the imaginary bottom;

And it breathed upon a palmful

Of charcoal,

Scattering the ashes 

Across her pages.