The Book Of You

poetry and beyond

The light that was born from the static
And ignited between free form
Was startling to the core
The wind pushed and pushed
Until she drove to the door
The world lit up and swirled
Colors were golden and shifting
And here lies the start of a life

Full of magic and misunderstanding
She was pushed to the brink
She lost all thought and consciousness
And then lifted and tied it all up
Running to the one that held her high, the question....
Why didn't you come to me first.