Amethyst Bed, poetry by Angel Edwards at Spillwords.com
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Amethyst Bed

Amethyst Bed

written by: Angel Edwards

@vancouverAngel

 

child sleeps
inside
an amethyst

she has no mouth
no lips to kiss

Four glass stairs
lead to the outside

her world ashine
under a half moon

topaz bushes
illuminate

ancient fountain
in the centre
flowing water
forever
propels
a rainbow stream

she scoops some water
into her boneless hand

as she breathes in
the magic water

ghost friend jack
becomes visible

she attempts
as always in vain

always to his laughter

to embrace
to touch
she cannot

Jack is dressed up
like a king
crooked crown
velvet purple cloak
trailing

Jack has no eyes
his vision is wise

neither would fall in love
innocent child love only
best friends
child ghosts

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