SKYE stephenson

Let my voice be pure
to sing the spirits of the stones.

Let my mind be rooted
with emerald tendrils into the earth.

Let my heart beat in time
with her rhythms and her rhymes.

So I may know the savage pain
of so much beauty all around
That my lapis eyes rain
Salty tears upon the ground,

And I dance barefoot and free,
Like the children always do:
Laughing diamonds of tomorrows
And seeing fairies in all the trees.

Crystal heart beaming bright,
Songs of forever –
Ever more, ever light.

By: Skye Ayona