Equestria
Sarah Beck Mather
In the eyes of your surfaces
The cartoon pink collection
I see my face –
On the periphery
Dropped in puddles.
When he read the story to me,
I dreamt of twinkling lights
Eyes shaped like oranges
Honied surfaces
Sparkling beams.
As his hand held mine,
I looked at the Smokey light
Beaming from crystal –
Jagged edges, (split)
Hard corners
But soft lines
And felt at
Home (for a day).
