lights always shine brighter in contrast
every sliver i find
i hoard away
into my little box of keep sakes
not everything fits in the curves of my hands
i find myself holding
to empty bottles and glass
i have tried to fill with refraction
illusions that leave in the pitch
if i could collect the moon for us
simple like fire flies
id give you a jar to put in your box too
a ray for me and you










