Shine On

The sounds mostly belong 

to the streets.  

The elements mostly belong 

to the sky; 

So we can’t really be 

that far apart.  

And the distance has always been, 

shaking it’s chains loudly 

in the things that fingerprints 

and spiderwebs 

are made out of.  

Each night I paint you 

swirling orange 

and purple stars 

that you don’t see 

but you make the world 

more beautiful 

intentionally or not.  

A firefly is like glass 

and concrete 

glittering effortlessly 

so that something in this world 

may shine on.