Literature
The Birch and the Sun
tides of wrong, untold failures
cruel words, beasts clad in silk and crimson gauze
gazes caught in corner of the eye
power that seems unbound; darkness trying to hush the shine
you are my monster slayer, a wind that sweeps the dust
which gathers on the shelf with books of your life
my sprite of summer rain, a pixie made of stars and moons
a voice from the faery world, beckoning, untamed
you are the ray of light, that gleams through the cruel storm clouds
a glittering bird chasing the scavengers away
a touch of gossamer, an autumn twilight, filled with stories
bathed in fables ; a birch standing against the gale
you are the reason why the world spins around the sun
unchain yourself and run into the light
