Poetry

[soundoflaughingwind]

She Brought Me Hope

She steals voices and spins moonlight into thread, wears a dress of starlight.
Her wings are the cosmos, and her voice sounds like novas, exploding into existence.
Her heart is made of shattered diamond, glued together with stardust.
Her eyes are suns and her heart is the galaxy.
And in her hands she holds hope, the fragile thing gently pulled from Pandora’s box.
She brings it to you, and smiles,
and you hear the symphony that is equal parts shattered glass and shining crystal as she speaks,
“Hold on just a little longer. Have hope.”