Lost amongst the catacomb of amber flames
Liquid sapphire seep from her evergreen eyes
Ballet of warmth delivered into the crosswind
While the strings of the mandolin ricocheted from her touch
Sunflower petals pulled and trampled beneath her feet
Her odyssey became the driftwood floating in
Quicksilver waters
Twist and turns take her to undiscovered banks
Pebbles and rocks beating against hollowed sobs
Leaving phantom masks of pain
Her guard conquered and the dark consumed
her lodestar and might
Iridescent moon rays kissed her woodwind scream
of night
Sandstone walls and windswept hair kept her from
seeing her pinnacle of sanguinity
About the Creator
Jessyka Peckham
Never too old to start an adventure! Learning to love the things I enjoy and being brave to share! Always on the move, mind always ticking, and being true to one's self
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