Eyelids that flutter like butterfly wings,
Brow bones shimmering with the song that they sing.
Darker eyelashes than the loneliest night,
The chocoloate-brown irises standing out against white.
Silvery eyes over enchanting pearl smiles,
Their cheekbones, all pink, bid you stay for a while.
Strong-shouldered hugs you could hide in forever,
A mysterious wink as you embark on adventure.
A gnarled grey tree, stripped naked of leaves,
Green living forests where the sun loves to weave
Quilts of warmth and protection, safety and peace,
A wellspring of joy, through song, is released.
Aquariums swimming with wonder and life,
The splash of chlorine water that cuts like a knife.
Not a single word spoken in a crowd of two hundred,
The hush of the questions they wouldn't dared to have wondered.
The smell of old books, new, and middle-aged,
The knowledge that hides under every page.
The salt in a good cry,
And the fault in a good lie.
With music and learning, and beauty I grow
From a heap of distraction to a pillar of hope,
Then the joy that I know, and hold dear in my heart
Is found overflowing- my favorite part.