Merissa Gilbert Garrison TAKING SHAPE
The sun shines through my molecules,
making little kaleidoscopic designs
on the early morning walls of my room.
I want to be a child of light
The sun shines through my molecules,
making little kaleidoscopic designs
on the early morning walls of my room.
I want to be a child of light
and lightness,
I whisper into the stillborn air.
I want to be that lacy rendering
blushing on the blue -
and what moths are drawn to
on old nights of mossy moons.
I want to be that brilliant point
at which you stare, until I
disappear into the soft air
of black firmament.
I want to be the shine
on the wings of
crows - rainbows
on oily plumage.
I want to be the glint on the white
skin of water that slips over
the ancient stones in a stream -
or in your dream.
And, when the time comes -
I want to be the glimmer
you call hope.
I whisper into the stillborn air.
I want to be that lacy rendering
blushing on the blue -
and what moths are drawn to
on old nights of mossy moons.
I want to be that brilliant point
at which you stare, until I
disappear into the soft air
of black firmament.
I want to be the shine
on the wings of
crows - rainbows
on oily plumage.
I want to be the glint on the white
skin of water that slips over
the ancient stones in a stream -
or in your dream.
And, when the time comes -
I want to be the glimmer
you call hope.
