Oh art, magic, and gemstones,
why are you what I love,
I don’t know
but I’m glad you are in my heart,
everyday.
Animals, sleep and incense sticks,
practically perfect in everyway,
the sound of the animals,
together,
fills my ears,
the way my head,
touches the pillow,
seeing dreams,
drift over me,
the way gemstones,
touch my hand,
cold but amazing,
the way they’re different,
in their own way,
I know,
I will always see you all again,
anywhere I am,
for I could never let any of you
go,
not ever,
for no one could ever let
something go,
could they?
By Grace
