junior sky
I watch the morning spill like molten gold,
My chest feels warm, gone for now the cold.
Dawn flickers soft, like fireflies in flight,
I see silver dancing in the skyโs first light.
No longer moon-cheese, just an icy breeze.
Shadows twirl above the stars,
The moon drops low, it leaves its scars.
I walk on glass, each shard a sigh,
I hum my silence to the empty sky,
But tell me, how else should I bear this gloom?
I move between dark and light,
How do you stay so bright?
A flowing river, calm and free,
You shimmer on while I wither silently,
Dwindling sparks in the darkest night.
Then kindness comes like a happy dream,
Like a dam bursting, a crying stream.
I hold on tight, afraid it might go,
Yet it waits for me, moving slow.
Snowflakes fall, dissolving slow.
This feeling in my heart, it will not depart,
I dance in the rain, like enchanting art.
Not as elegant as a river,
Nor radiant as the sun, not polished like silver,
Yet I still shine, steady from afar
Scattered and free, like a falling star
neon thunder