Styrofoam towers stand
as we walk atop lucid waters...

Now and then I break out in song
coloring somber grays...

Promising sunlight streams joyfully in
bathing my skin in rich compassion...

Cream
candlelight...

Finest maidens fear not
your lovers are riding...

I am an ignorant baby dove
catching myself in lying traps...

Black and white ripples dominate
trickling down my arm like deceitful venom...

Sapphire halos dye vanilla snow
-dispelling thousands of angels...

Who is that singing fairytale
perched upon the doorstep...

I am warming my shivering little toes
lying down next to the fire...

I have grown under your watchful wings
shielded from threatening insecurities...

Standing atop earth
-though rain crashes down...