Amethyst Bed
child sleeps
inside
an
amethyst
she has no mouth
no lips to kiss
Four glass stairs
lead to the outside
her world ashine
under a half moon
topaz bushes
illuminate
ancient fountain
in the centre
flowing water
forever
propels
a rainbow stream
she scoops some water
into her boneless hand
as she breathes in
the magic water
ghost friend jack
becomes visible
she attempts
as always in vain
always to his laughter
to embrace
to touch
she cannot
Jack is dressed up
like a king
crooked crown
velvet purple cloak
trailing
Jack has no eyes
his vision is wise
neither would fall in love
innocent child love only
best friends
child ghosts
Angel Edwards is a singer songwriter guitarist published writer published poet with 4 books from Vancouver BC Canada
member of AFM local 145
BMI SOCAN
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