Turned and twisted to aesthetic appeal
By those who would toy, but for a time.
Silent crystals, within...
Each their own hue and intricate shape
All, boldy magnificent!
Were they set free,
To tumult, and enjoy the fall
That vision, sated in a patterned myriad
To compliment your every step
I could carpet the stairway
To the forevers of desire.
For now, I am the girl
With the kaleidoscope eyes.
Look through me, when you are able.
See the things that you cannot see, on your own.
darkitude for JRM