Mar 14, 2010 23:32
In my thoughts, you become
Something other than expression
Of cold DNA sequences.
Reaching beyond deceptive senses:
Your hair changing color
Translucent in the sun,
A prism, light-splicing
Radiates your halo of rainbows.
A feast to behold,
You are
Sprung from the eternal,
Immortally an abstraction of
Yourself
To stand inside, warm,
Like star-fire.