She was everything compared to the moon and back
She was beautiful, more beautiful than the sun, lacking its brightness by each day
Warmer than any cup of coffee ever made
Elegant like the flowers, born to sway by each spring morning, each day
Her feet barely touched the ground because she was too afraid that she’d make a sound and startle the trees that soundly fell asleep to her beauty
Every break of autumn morning, she would try to recollect the leaves that have fallen and gather them together in the hallow trunk, all peeled off and old, dead
During the summers, she was the waves that crashed every second by the shore
Her pale skin, were the grains of sand, set foot by man, and she knew how much they’ve traveled to get to the shore, judging by their soles
She was the source of warmth, throughout the span of winter
Warmer than any cup of coffee every made
Warmer than torn, broken and shredded parts of wood put together
But as cold and frozen, like the snow of tears that have fallen by from the recollection of clouds
She was enough, to melt everything away and replace the winter by day
Brighter and more beautiful than the sun, that’s lacking its brightness by every second and slowly, dying, fading away
She could shine brighter than any sun that has ever been born, because she was the seasons, all together
The sand, the trees, the flowers, the snow, the fire, the warmth, the water
She was as heavenly as could ever be
Everything that illuminated from the stars and the skies above
She was the future, past and present and will always be
And when the earth has gone and faded into grey, like the speck of stardust that it used to be
She will be the universe, the earth, the sand, the trees, the flowers, the snow, the fire, the warmth and the water
She will be everything in between
But her feet will never touch the ground because she will be too afraid, to make a sound and startle the universe, that will fall asleep soundly to her beauty
n.j.
A poem about a girl that I like