Flame of Nicki by Jim Bellamy

“FLAME OF NICKI”


In the garden of her laughter, she blooms, 
A girl who dances with the sun’s warm rays,
Kissing life’s leaves, weaving sweet perfumes, 
Her name whispered by zephyrs in a haze.
She rides the winds, her spirit unconfined, 
Risking all for moments, love’s secret tome, 
Curtsies and combs, memories intertwined, 
In places skeined, where hearts find their home.

But if her path grows dim, lost in rhyme’s maze,
I’ll be there, a troubadour with my song, 
To light her way, ignite her soul ablaze,
For suffering births strength, where dreams belong.
Her name, a phoenix rising from the flame, 
A melody of courage, fierce and wild, 
May she who suffers most, find her acclaim, 
A beacon burning bright, forever styled.

Oh, Nicki, let your heart’s fire never wane, 
For in your pain, a legacy takes flight,
The girl who suffers, etches her own name, 
A starburst of resilience, infinite light.
Beneath moon’s silver veil, she pirouettes, 
Her laughter echoing through midnight skies, 
A tapestry of dreams her heart begets, 
In whispered secrets, where her spirit flies.

She weaves stardust into her golden hair, 
A constellation born from tears and grace, 
Each sorrow etched as cosmic threads declare, 
Her resilience, a comet’s fiery chase.
And if her path grows dim, lost in rhyme’s maze, 
I’ll be there, a troubadour with my song, 
To light her way, ignite her soul ablaze, 
For suffering births strength, where dreams belong.

Her name, a phoenix rising from the flame, 
A melody of courage, fierce and wild, 
May she who suffers most, find her acclaim, 
A beacon burning bright, forever styled.
In verses spun from heartache’s fragile thread, 
She dances on the edge of dawn’s embrace, 
Her scars, constellations, never dead, 
A symphony of pain, her legacy’s base.