On my way home…

On my way home…

I met a girl called Winter her

Eyes were like frosted crystals.

Her cheeks were so cold your finger 

Would freeze if you touched her face. Her smile 

Was frozen into the shape of a smile but 

Inside she was sad as can be.

I met a woman called Death.

She had eyes like midnight sky’s

and her mouth was like a black portal.

Her legs levitated above the ground like

A wasp about to sting and her hair was 

Like Cole falling to peace.

I met a man called Soul,

His words of wisdom was like a 

Lullaby putting you to sleep.

His hair softly spun in the minty breeze 

And his heart played tuneful soul music.

I met a girl called Fire,

Her mouth breathed out the marshmallow’s

Grave and her fingernails could break through the 

Thickest walls, her hair was blazing flame and her face 

Was like a sun set setting into the night sky and her smile 

Met the sun.

I met a boy called Autumn, his fingers wear like 

Long tree roots and his eyes were like sunken ships.

His hair was like crunchy leaves you could step on

For hours. His smile was made out of thin sticks and 

Stones.

On my way home, I met myself 

I was standing in the middle of a field, 

I had a big smile that had a reflection

I heard all the birds chirping in the minty 

Breeze and eating my favourite sweets.