antique books with golden pages
blank textured cards - thirsty for words
transparent buttons and crystal clusters
a corset to be worn with white leather gloves
colorless miniature buildings
framed porcelain seeds waiting to bloom
a fallen tree birthed into something new
an empty box ready to hold memories
bleached banana leaves and a single brave feather
tiny fingerprint pebbles
an ivory talisman that rested upon her heart
a sculpture that whispers - WOMAN, you have WINGS, now FLY...
from my journals
