kaleidoscope

broken, smoldering, pleading yet

sometimes a flame of crimson...blazing,

bright and fierce...too hot to touch...

we cower in terror

 for she who comforts also burns

spinning in tiny circles, floating above

in a perplexed and weary refrain

the edges blur into a cacophony

of pain and despair

Grey, smoldering ashes with

tiny sparks of fire that flare and fade

into bleak and somber quiet. 

in the quiet she dreams

a muddled  kaleidoscope

of all she was and wants to be

snowmen ride on swans

and demons haunt her sleep

soft skin, gentle scent of 

something akin to life and love

rising in the night to pacify

the fretful fears of the weak and helpless.

unyielding embrace of solace hold me now