Glass Kisses

The wind whistles and blows, creates beautiful sounds like those at symphony shows. I am

the young flower in your aged garden whose mind is fresh, whose love is pure,

whose mind is searching for something more

than what meets the eye of every person. I want more than you are willing to give. I'll reach inside

and take what is mine.

As the wind blows, the trees wave hello to the glistening sun who is warming the ground

with its love. The ground kisses my toe. I've been here before, but nobody knows. 

I've been losing myself here, but only the birds see, only the wind can whisper.

Skin white as snow, I plant myself in the garden; I'm a mirror in which you see

all of your imperfections, all of your worries. Come to me for answers, dear.

The frogs in my throat induce a choke, prevent relief for my cove.

Be the sun in my sky.

Save me from the lies.

Heart shaped stones are

the secret to your demise

and lockets are the kisses

on the glass.

Reviews

[Robert Gordon]

Haunting. Love the way you've set the text, like a reflection of a bird in water.

[Lexi Nicole]

Beautiful piece. The flow is absolutely perfect, and when I came to the last line I simply didn't want it to end. The imagery of this piece is awesome, and everything about it is just...wow! Wonderful job!