Daydreams (where I feel blades
of grass, taste each grain
of sugar as it melts, blaze
from the heat of sparks
bursting from constellations
made from all the aspirations
and imaginings too big
for small worlds)
and Nocturnes (with the hungry lilt
of an unfinished love song
I can't help but sing along to,
that makes goosebumps dance
with delight, as a cool rush of air
kisses my skin and teases
with the hint of places
not yet discovered) –
these twine around my atoms
like jasmine on a trellis,
releasing its bewitching fragrance
on hot summer nights,
if you care to stay up
and witness it.
Song Choice: Pocket Full of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield and As the World Falls Down by David Bowie
This poem was inspired by the prompt given at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: I Am Made Of where Magaly asks us to contemplate what we are made of.
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