I saw a miracle,
shining out through tired eyes
and a smile
that could still discover distant stars…
even in me.
I saw a miracle,
spellbound by her fragile,
fearful magic
into a world
whose borders crumbled in a chair.
Lighting my Universe with smiles.
Forgiving me for killing them.
Every now and then,
she’d squeeze my fingers,
just to remind me
that holding my hand
would always be the fastest way to freedom.
I watched waves
and stars
and thunderclouds
roll in
across her shoreline…
and I’ve seen such sunsets in her wake…
but the sky still searches for her fingertips.
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“into a world whose borders crumbled in a chair”. I love this line. A lot of our perceptions are like that.