My room is the pale pink, round moon in the south corner where I read,
And the light that I read from are the fireflies that fly there
And that cast a rose-coloured glow against my burned skin
And the straw blanket bleached by the sun that covers my bare shoulders.
I dip my feet in the night waters filled with light,
And the suns and stars float like daisies and sunflowers in the universes
As I watch them, laying upside-down, go with the tide,
And the light that falls on me makes what was weak, strong and beautiful now.
There is a hint of surprise and deep royalty and a scarlet of fall that I see
And flowers that I thought fell from the sky and grew in the morning,
And winding, delicate ivy buds in my air that blend with the moonlight
And sunlight that I drown in.
Give me the stars and suns and moons to separate the darkness in me
And let me step into the sky warm with the sunrise and sunset
And lay on the trees that stretch their arms, soaked with the sun’s setting colors,
And I will learn how to love myself and let my broken heart heal.