there's some sunshine left on the grass
i pick it up and hope it lasts

keep it in my pocket, tight
look at it late in the night

it never loses a glimmer of shine
never stops being divine

reminds me of a child's laughs
the innocence we continue to lose in shafts

we, ourselves are meant to be
a heaping mound of ecstasy

experiencing the world through observing eyes
helping the weak, growing so wise

yet we let the darkness come
and take us over in dooming hums

still i hold onto this shimmer
in hopes one day i'll add the glimmer

and let the light escape to earth
to a spiritual age, i hope we give birth



s.q.





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