A heart that lives inside a jar,
a lightening bugs light
that cannot be seen
through the bruised tar.

Every chance encounter,
a new puncture
in the tin lid center.

One of these times,
one stab too many,
it will leave a
big enough hole to shine.

Flying out in a lunge,
illuminating half beating
and blacken lungs.

Shinning through pores,
it will have finally found
it's favorite score.

Ours will dance,
lighting up that special
part near a branch.

Singing gay and mary,
we will help with
heavy luggage to carry.

Brightening the darkest days,
we will bring forth
what's worth to stay.

I don't know who you are,
or where you lay
and how far.

But someday,
you will bring a light
that dissolves even
the deepest of hollow scars.

I can't wait to hold you,
I can't wait to love you.
If you're wondering about me,
just look at the stars.