Sweet sixteen
A world that dances at the brims
Is not promising enough for the claustrophobia interwoven at the seams?
My sweet sixteen!
It is enough, that you exist,
To partake with wide eyed wonder at the universe juggling with contraries.
I lived there once, and keep its morsels hidden beneath my wings
Like the crumbs of brown bread torn asunder by love.
Creamy layers and foamy waters, indeed!!! The bubble will not, burst, as long
as long as the wind surrenders its claims to the loving leaves of October….
The world locates immortality as tender, as fragile
As the shining waters which fall back, in waves incandescent as the moth filled butterflies. Youth was there once.