Where I'm From

I am from the sun
That took six hours to rise
Over the frozen piece of ocean
That my hands will never touch

I am from the steps
That took away my breath
Where words held the world together
And every broken heart was healed

I am from the sky
That was cut around the edge
With broken scissors
And watercolor dreams

I am from fallen stars
And streetlights dimmed by day
From car rides lit by music
And the smell of playground sand

I am from yellow fields
And an accent quickly lost
From canvas and acrylics
And cold European rain

I am from feather roses
And forgotten inside jokes
From fancy words and fingertips
And Brandon Saller's drums

[This is a pretty common assignment for English classes. I turned this in and everything, but I really liked it so I thought I'd post it.]