Within the Garden

That day you were found by my small fingers,
Your emerald crept through the cemetery of skeleton leaves
In the corner of my garden:
In the centre of my mind

Small little figure with your protruding wings
What is it you nurse in your arms?
Your chin; as delicate as the colours across your body
As delicate as the smile that curves your cheeks

You are chipped and charred,
And I like you that way
For when I cupped you in my hands,
And placed you upon my shelf,
You became the restoration of my beliefs

So whenever I am drenched in worry,
Or weighed down by the restraints of my mind
I see your magic,
And I feel warmth embrace my soul once again

That day you were found by my long fingers,
Your emerald crept through the cemetery of memories
In the corner of my shelf:
In the centre of my heart