a poem

Unfurling fragility, whispers of a new life,

A new fate,

Above; hues of pink and peach, stars exploding silently,

Bellow; plants and buds,

The soil thick and rich, gently pushing my fingers into it,

My nails caked with earth.

Looking around me, things seem to change,

Faintly hearing a melody,

Sweet and innocent,

Reminding me of the fresh, of the new,

This world is awakening.

As I start to wander along a nondescript path,

Pools of silver start to form,

The moon is crying, its life has ended,

What we called home is no longer.

Not knowing why, feeling unresponsive,

Tears I call my own join the pools,

Two liquids, as sorrowful as each other,

I continue my way, aimless,

An outsider.

A tingling of sorts makes me swivel,

In front of me looms

A palace wide and large,

A deep shade of red,

Glowing and gleaming,

Full of promise.