Coruscant {For Barbie}

When the morning breaks wide-open and lonely
you fail to notice that dew still glistens
upon the proud limbs of summer’s verdant grass.
The miles separating you from
warm scents and busy sounds seem endless,
too vast for your heart to span.
Words dance across your eyes,
they tease your Sahara-laced lips.
Tears of silvery spheres spill over
into a pool of memorable pleasures
licked from arched fingertips.
And then, out of the mists, on crystallined-wings
of thankfulness, a coruscant day arrives.