Luck of My Life

To wander through life under a massive ocean of green 

Must be a figment of my imagination. 

In this dream, I’m told if I look long enough

I’ll stumble across a pond of gold.

You see, I’ve broken enough mirrors to quantify my luck for a lifetime.

So this can’t be fate, not with my fortune?

And I wander this land

With cursed hands and feet

Sprinkling the shards ahead of me, 

Unseeding the hearts from behind

I find,

A rich pond of gold. 

But now when I look down, 

I see the reflection of my likeness

in petals and folds

I dip my toes and dive back-- 

Into a patch of mediocrities and threes and mes

But you, a four, growing a more lively emerald in this pasture

To demand attention in a wind driven sea 

yet hide in the absolute stillness of plain sight.

For a moment I lament

my broken and bloodied plight 

For now to meet you

Was to find the luck of my life.