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.
.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
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.
.
