Be a string of lights-
pour out your warm glow
in little flashes of brilliance,
even if a few have gone out.
Wrap yourself around everyone,
tangle up your love and pull it tight;
just be that for the sake of
why you should do it.
We need the sparkle
and I promise if you make
your fingertips light
they will petrify into stars,
stars that will weigh down the deep oceans,
far under where memory smothers
your love into something smooth.
Just do that for every dark moment
that anybody could pin at your feet,
for everything you own
that was foisted on you,
for every hurt you took on,
be the way out.
Be the last fingertip pointing up,
a couple of stones in the sand.
Before the world has spit us out
we deserve to be a long string of lights,
beaming out from a pile of drool.
I promise you, we do.