You

You

By AQ, Feb. 25th 2015

Crimson,

Gold,

Bronze,

Elegant mosaic,

Shattered memories lie

Below the branches of Life,

Covering robust roots 

Sprouting from your soft womb;

Under the Garden of 

Colorless roses,

The fallen lives 

Slumber

In a bed of ice, 

Your crib of warmth,

Filled with soft, white feathers 

Of the Angel's wings;

Emerald fingers 

Shyly reach toward 

Your azure smile and 

Your milky eyes;

Their surprised, yet joyful cries 

Echoing through the dark brown haven

Where young buds hold on dearly

To your affection;

Vanilla white,

Orchid pink,

Lavender purple,

Blooming wonders,

Kings and queens of the grand bal,

Watch fluttering bodies waltz 

In the dazzling light of 

Your soul. 

For You, the tree for my leaf, the sky for my star, the world for my heart, 

Dear Mother.