Your shoulder blades
Peaked like angel wings
From your back
As you wore a pink
Jumper ten sizes too
Large for you
And laughed it off
With a musical pout
And a wave of that
Oversized candy sleeve.
.
Doleful, not sullen
With pixie dust eyes
That intoxicate with a
Mischievous wink
Your strawberry blonde
Hair was your crown
Traipsing lighter than
Flying dandelions
And you were like
A fiction fairy.
.
My astringent angel
How fickle you are
A star amidst flowers
In a field of dreams
You make me wonder
Why not all ethereal
Creatures ascend to
Heaven, and yet you
Make me feel quite
Thankful for it.
YOU ARE READING
Oneirology
Poetry♦♦♦ Oneirology: the study of dreams. Dreary reality intertwined with nuances of dreamy phantasm; for when my quill is spitting iridescent rainbow mirages instead of murky ink puddles. ♦♦♦
