the smile dream

I pluck the stars from the sky
and weave a crown of jewels for you head
the one you made for me feels threaded with barbed wire
I can sit here, now calm while you have raged, my walls and doors can shake away
the silver vein of longing is replaced by something harder
It glints like a blade
come in and I will show it to you
I doubt I would suit you
now
I am made of something else entirely
soft, cloud like, but cold-diamond hard
I made a fortress once,
long ago,
then the walls fell and crushed me
It is better to stand on the edge of a sheer drop
sky high, wind blowing, rain falling,
and know that there is nothing to fall but yourself
To stand quite alone, a naked tree in a field of bleached grass
and see joy and a fullness that the winter tree hides
hidden like a steel blade behind a back in a clenched fist
is the rich bloom of summer
Smile
and the world smiles with you