You’re beautiful.
From your twinkle eye to your sparkle core.
You forget how brilliant you are.
All those
spinning twisted thoughts drawing your skies grey.
Picking up your home pieces
and moving them farther from your sparkle.
When you're wondering why all the tangled chaos left you
with this?
Open your twinkle eye.
Whirlwinds circle hastily inwards, closer and tighter to their hollow.
Whirlwinds circle hastily inwards, closer and tighter to their hollow.
They
can't handle spring, caught uneasy between searing and chilly pressures.
Lightning beats tornados with jolt-bolts, shocks to energize their sparkle core.
Thunder
whips and grumble-rumbles when tornados haven't listened.
Still they bully out of control, unable to open their twinkle eye.
Still they bully out of control, unable to open their twinkle eye.
They twist most in May when once frozen buds are growing-up,
pushing up-right --
becoming stronger than the weight of the world.
Light your sparkle core with your twinkle eye;
no twisting tighter
towards the hollow.
You think you have nothing?
You think you have nothing?
You have everything!
