29/30: “The World.”
I remember that one time…
It felt like I had the world sitting silently in the palm of my hand.
I confessed my secrets
Like I could shout them to the edges of my fingertips
And turned it on its ear just to see another day rise.
Peeled the sky’s skin just to whisper into its spine
While the cumulus clouds curl themselves into a crescendo
Splattering the oceans’ currents and the earth’s colour
All over the universe’s blueprints.
And then I asked it to read me one last poem before I go.
To sing me a lullaby
Hum me a harmony for my thoughts
Pencil me a dream I can trace my future to
Paint me a sunset I can remember
Remind my smile that it is a sunrise
That my hopes are infinite
And my hands are change.
(Source: wordsinajar)
