This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UCSC chapter.
I see your face turned up towards the sky
A tiny mirror showing me my own face
Your gaze tethers me, winding
Through the threads of the dark shroud of night
A flower, stood alone in a field of green blades
You tore through the world too quickly,
Busy running at the mean dogs to rest
Wearing thorns into soft holdings
Feel the cold wind against your skin
The ground will fall away from your feet
A flower plucked from the field
Preserved in the sky next to me
A poetic response to “Reflecting Light” by Sam Phillips