you are the phoenix on the horizon
beyond fathoming
beyond strange
awake where earth meets sea
bounded by traffic on either side
you are a space nymph
an angel incarnate
drawn by fine spun gold
borne of the place where lightning struck venus
a red wilderness split apart by blue flame
anchored only
by the ocean of the impossible
contained by porcelain or glass
with pearl feet that command storms
and a voice that bleeds roses
there will be those
who wish to cage you
who envy your light without eyes to see it
who wish to enrapture your divinity
piercing, quaking
at the sight of your intangible mysticism
they may wrestle your feet to the ground
the way the moon pleads to the stars:
stay put.
but you won’t.
set your spirit free to drift again
upon the starry place
live vividly, truthfully,
in the effervescence of your most opalic fantasies
douse yourself
in the crystallization of every experience possible
screaming for discovery
metamorphosize your wounds
dance madly between tenderness and passion
leave no stone unturned
leave all inhibitions to the racing wind
achieve resolution through revolution
and let streams of star glitter fall in your footprints
when your eyes are tired
of being so wide and so awake
tired of seeing through veils and shattered shadings
tired of leaving light where others only leave shadow
live from your inner eternity,
the starry place,
they will follow.