First to apologize on behalf of those who still cannot understand
That your heart is fragile and precious
On their behalf, I'm sorry
But today, just for today
You dance in my palm to symphonies of your mother land, stretching gracefully and purely
Like the day you emerged from a cave on the date of your birth
A constellation in your eyes and your hands wished to hold all that exists in the universe
Today you ignore all because this commemorates your appearance, that day allowed this one to come where I can express my gratitude and shower you in metaphoric flower petals
I hope that your days become only increasingly easier to bear with age and that you find a lad to carry you on his shoulders
He may sometimes forget to call you beautiful but remind yourself that when you offer your cup to him, let some trickle down into your own cup
So when the day comes that he drinks you fully
You will have some for yourself.
As beautiful as a spring day,
Nourish the plant you have become
Tall and reaching, do not remove your thorns and learn to love your petals, fragrance, and when the day comes
That a boy wishes to cut your flower, ask him to leave the thorns.
YOU ARE READING
Not Quite, Midnight | poems
Poetry~she sets out to write for herself but casts a line from her ship of lunatics in case there was someone adrift trying to read along.
