Forgotten planet far away
Was home to the one made of clay,
The one with sparkling emerald eyes,
With gleaming hair reflecting sunrise.
Her hair was home to falling stars,
Her gentle hands would cover scars,
Her laughter—music in the night,
Her mind—a precious jewel to find.
Her crown—mirroring Saturn’s rings—
Caressed her forehead like sweet dreams.
She wore a dress of day and night,
Of sacred stardust, specks of light.
Born when the universe was born,
She was a child unknown to all.
She lived among the galaxies
And she was all that she could be.
She lived her days among the stars,
Creating magic from afar.
She greeted passing meteorites,
A magic pearl full of delight.
And every day her graceful touch
Gave birth to paintings of stardust.
The universe’s harmony
She guarded with such precious glee!
She knew the daughters of the sun
And how their bold dance had begun.
She knew the brave sons of the moon
Who guarded worlds from dark and doom.
She was the centre of it all,
This magic child unknown to all.
Her loving touch gave birth to life,
A stream of magic from her heart.
This poem is dedicated to my amazing best friend, a person whom I can always talk to. Their gracefulness, inner beauty, creativity and sensibility never cease to amaze me.
– Patricia
Da Capo al Poetry 