Fresh eyes
Blue skies

Mud piles and
Long whiles

Hearts as pure as gold
Lives with more to be told

Toes that know no ends
And arms that reach past ten

Cold and bright
Make for a warm awakening

Back when he didn’t know my name
I was such an innocent child
Back when we didn’t speak
Things were so simple

It was an era that will last forever
In my memories you stay

But now when he says my name
Like it’s a word he’s known forever
I cry at the thought that one day
He might just forget

Shadows of words
Cast longing above me
Rays of darkness have shined.
Light comes forth as it pleases

Sometimes I think my tears have frozen.
They have turned to salty ice inside my body
blocking the streams for other things
like blood.

Long icicles that wish for summer
But my body is too cold for help.

Sharp edges creating holes
But they’re covered with the snow of winter
The beautiful white blanket across a field of what used to be green grass
The kind you wish to lay in and pick the dandelions from
But there are no dandelions in the winter
They’re all dead
All the dandelions
They wish for summer too.

Those longs days when you waited for the moon to come out just so you could talk to someone.

She held you with her bright white light
But the night was cold
And you were wrapped up in your blanketed bed
Waiting for summer.

Because maybe then she’d see you cry.