Not imagined [poesy]

I was standing here
Red dot on a map
Of cross roads and constellations
When the world slipped from under my feet
Vivid emotion
Truth spoke my name
In a hundred different colours
Symphonies of silence
Sang the solo of serendipity
As I fell into a pillow of peace
Warmed by the assurance of my grandmother
Crowned in eight steps
When I realized I was a goddess.
Adorned by the sound of the rainbow
My King stood beside me.
Each twin took a scale
Balancing sword and “namaste”
Garden and battlefield
White and black
And love was ever more our name.

Give Sharkey a piece of your mind.

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