Sprinkle

Sprinkle 

Confetti of verse sprinkled across these pages like strings of broken ribbons. Reflections through the

 years like picture albums. 

In a corner collecting dust through time. A perfection, dressed in black velvet where anything goes.

 Pressed tight into a triangle beneath your feet. Wrapped in a sea of true blue, making dreams a reality.

 In the morning light, wake to greet the sun with the vibe in a pocket where the scent of lavender plays.

 There's a storm that goes around the universe that dwells within the heart.
 
And sometimes it seems as if no one really cares to know what's living there 

then once in a while, the spirit is allowed to roam free.