If there was a rainbow,
it would bore into your soul
and remove the demons that enter with a glow.
If there was a comet,
It would chase us to the edges of time
where we stood so close between heaven and hell’s chime.
I’ve woken to your essence,
It shined upon us, reflective and bright.
I tried to capture it, but it vanished from sight.
Your face played the good captain,
But your eyes told no lies
A part of you lost at sea only to shrivel and die.
It is my honor and desire.
To be your anchor,
And steer you away from the gyres.
Nicole Johnson 
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