More poems by Cryptic Ink

Ipod

You are the one that heals my soul!
You give me solace when the world turns cold.
You are my passion and my remedy.
My needle; and when I need you, you're ready.
You're my medicine and my heart's doctor
you have
so many
faces
and I feel like I have to brace my mind before I can take all of you
all of your colors and expressions.
All your styles and flavors
You're like a godsend from another world -
a gift I can't possibly deserve
a ball of hope I can't possibly uncurl.
You're a mirror of self
a reflection of me
a description of what I'd always hope to be
and I see
even with my eyes closed, if you're there, I can see
I always see.
As you pump miracles from this contraption
through my wired vein and into my soul
I know for once
or at least for three minutes or so
that I am truly whole.

~CI
Poem by Cryptic Ink