Sea-Green Strings, Turquoise Tremolos

That serene green, smooth and soft as seaglass
Spots round as pebbles drift in and out like a turquoise tide
Eyelashes flitting and flashing, moving frames of film behind my eyelids
And the sharp sensation of pooling water in the corners

Now a stark shift, similar in pigment but differing in character
Electric strikes of emerald with every flashing glissando
My lips tighten in response to each aggressive articulation
Afraid to birth a shout based in new fear and joy