Your throne beside mine

I will bring you the sun

when the world leaves you cold.

I will bring you the moon

when the shadows knock on your door.

Hold my hand,

and I promise to never let go.

I will gather your pieces

and give you mine.

Take the words you are afraid to speak

and string them together into lovely, little rhymes.

You do not know how delightfully beautiful you look

when the colors of sunrise dance on your cheeks.

In your eyes, I have seen entire galaxies.

You are made of celestial lights,

molded from sea foam

and sprinkled with joy.

So, let me paint your caliginous world with the hues of my thoughts,

and you can paint my grey skies.

Build me a castle under the seas

and sit on the throne beside mine.

The writer is a student of Sunbeams School.