Unfathomed and Familiar

Blank pages come spilling into my daffodil daydreams

Waking me up to cocoons of unwritten discoveries

Watch me as I spin my wonder-webs for you

Strands of delicate light-paths, winding outwards and in

Buds of roses folding open to fairy tale lands 

Whispers of historied mystery inside you

Sparkled portals - spinning luminescent brilliance 

Propelling me into galaxies unfathomed and familiar

I was foreign born in a step-motherland, far away and too far gone

So I would one day shake the cinders off my elegance

And know what it is to be found