someday it will
all make sense

but until then—
keep close to the Light
attracting souls who
are equally as bright

orchestrate this illusion
to be anything but seclusion

you need to lay in streams + dream
of Sun-filled fields of evergreens
with Honey Love and Purple Moons
and those who stay to Fight for You

the ones who's flame you help ignite
who hold you up when you lose flight

these lessons leave us heavy at times
but here on Earth, i can survive
aside these blooming
Souls of Light