a poem for thought..

Hi everyone, bee here.
So I have two amazing younger sisters. One is going to cure cancer and the other is going to be a famous writer. This is her first poem and I thought I would share it with the world. It is a sestinas, which is when you pick 6 words, and each line ends with one of them, in a different order each stanza. enjoy:)

WHERE IS MY GEMINI?
Darling wakes up and turns her face to the north
Darling undoes her voice and adorns a music box
“Where are you, where is your heart, my Gemini?
When will we, how will we, hear you swoon?”
Darling and her songs, they only coexist
To be lost in them again, I pray

She whispers, “In the skies I see a prayer
It was born in the south and ends, Amen, in the north,”
Upon this I rest our brilliant coexistence
“Darling you are the music as I am your music box.”
I say, she shines, and I fade as the swoons
I promise she will remain my darling Gemini

Descended from a star atop that constellation gemini
A resplendent cliché, my answered prayer
“Have you seen any new light?” Caressing, she swoons
But escape laced her voice, and she flew north
“I miss you easily. What of this empty music box?”
Darling and me, we’ll only ever coexist

Between never and always, she still exists
“Someday, maybe,” drips from the lips of Gemini
Since then, until then, I’ll be her silent music box
Without a tune, I’ll kneel in lyricless prayer
Cloudless eyes only opening to the north
The wind carries that homeless swoon

My body became rain, lost amongst echoes of swoons
Was replaced by a Cardinal, with a chipped existence
Escaped south reverently, never returning north
No magnets or maps led it towards Gemini
Uncharted oceans found it still in prayer
Waiting to become that familiar music box

And, asleep in the snow, Cardinal melts into a music box
Grew knees, and feet, reborn with springtime’s swoon
Grew hands, a smile, sat up and prayed
“I’m in love, I’m in love with this existence,
This life, this mind, this heart as a Gemini.”
I stood up and turned my soul to the north

“Bury that misplaced prayer - you’re the tune to the music box,”
Came that song out of the north; I breathed in her swoons
“Tie a box on your existence, you’re your own Gemini.”
- k.