My Carved Protector
By Meera N
As precious as your imagination,
Fills the room with harmonies from the sea,
But deep within there is an ancient voice softly calling me,
It tastes like splattered paint as red as a romantic rose,
As silky and dreamy as seals' fur,
Leaving a trail of autumn leaves,
The song dances in the air like a graceful ballerina swaying side to side,
Tip toeing around a sleeping lion,
She leaps with the pixies and does the waltz with the leaves,
She soars with the rainbow maracas and disappears into the mist,
It smells like a tulip that has bloomed on a peaceful spring day,
Droplets from the sun softly drop on it,
Vines creep up it to protect it from harm,
For if it ended up in the wrong hands the world would turn dark,
For its powers are unstoppable,
If you listen close enough you might hear the fluttering of a butterfly.
