Counting Shimmers
Take the stars out
of the sky,-for P.R. Melissa Kolmar Stick them in your pocket And wish throughout the day On old superstitions, Squeeze them in your fist Till glitter infuses with your blood And you grow the wings of an angel. Wrap every shooting star Around your wrists Till you shine like a god, Then pass them on to those you love. Sing with your eyes closed As the moon casts reflections from shadows, Dance like a pagan In the safety of the forest. Be enchanted by your dreams, Wish on all the stars You sleep and love beneath, Collect them in your heart Till you become an angel. |