Head Full of Wildflower Galaxies

In her quiet shadow
whole galaxies bloom,
wildflowers of molten gold
and trembling starlight.

They spill from her mind
like warm honey and fire,
soft petals unfurling
across the velvet dark.

Her little braids sway
like tender vines in the wind,
holding the last hush
while her soul paints the sky.

She is the gentlest explosion,
a secret garden of light
wearing the night
like a dress made of dreams.

The most beautiful mystery
the darkness ever held.