White fairies, glide and sparkle.
Shimmering in beaming street lights, dismembered by howling wind.
Tiny euphoria, relax like the world is made of all the good things. And how I wish to bottle the moment of his,and when he realizes that not everything is made of twinkling lights and all his favorite things, I'll grab him and hold him closer, protect his heart from all his heartaches. But for now I revel in the thought of the moment when he was blanketed with tiny euphoria.
Silver you shine. Light years to you.
I'm small from here; I'll make a wish when you shower.
Rustling, dancing together down the street.
It's time,persimmon galore,together we meet.
The earth we'll rest.
— The End —