She speaks like a morning zephyr—
Whispers in my ears so tender,
Warming my heart to a char like a burning ember.
I’ve become her star, illuminating the dark—
And I’ll guide her to the pillars of galaxies,
Fat beyond the expanse of forever,
If only to taste her lips.

She is a diamond—
Laced with sapphire, ruby,  and emeralds—
All that is precious and earthen.
The very fabrics of life that shine with blinding resplendence,
All that sparkles inside the iris of her beautiful scrying orbs
That pierces me like a pagoda gun, seeing through the holes she creates
My ramparts crumble under the weight of her smile
And I am a stalwart centurion -
I’ll guard her like precious treasure.

This little light of mine.

I seen God
and then that’s all I could see!
Such fun he’s having indeed
Pretending that he’s suffering
Pretending that he’s poor
Pretending that he needs a state of peace and war
And so we rest upon our thrown
and dream until we turn to stone
……

A girl, made of paper
She blows in the wind
All her thoughts, written on her pages
Creative and calm and curious and careful
She sings, shyly, softly
In the middle of the night
She doesn't want to be heard
She wants to be heard

A girl, made of stone
She stands steady in the storm
Her face, emotionless, expressionless
Strong and stony and stoic and silent
She writes, fluidly, fearfully
In the middle of the night
She doesn't want to be seen
She wants to be seen

A girl, made of light
She shines in the dark
Love glistens in her eyes
Luminous and loving and lighthearted and loyal
She glows, boldly, beautifully
in the middle of the night
She doesn't fear being seen
She doesn't fear being heard

Girls made of paper
And girls made of stone
Hurt too many times by those who claim to care
Hiding from the world no longer
Girl made of light
Hope is her name
Burns like a spark in their hearts in the night
Whispering softly, gently
It's ok to be seen
It's ok to be heard