Enlighten me with your spark.
I see, you’ve given hearing to the dark.
Light to an illiterate eye.
And a ride with your critical mind.
Low, beneath the shadows of doubt.
I sleep between the breasts of owls.
A pen to pave the way about,
These stutters that i shall talk around.
I am oblivious, to your hope .
Hanging by a thread or rope.
Swinging through your ringing tune .
Manifesting your lonely bloom .
I can see that we are both,
Equal in this sequel of hope.
Twinkle little star i say.
For no one can take your place.