{poetry}

Pinpricks

perhaps we're holes cut in the sky
pinpricks where the light gets through
so when we shine we don't know why
or how it made its way to you

the bright behind we do not choose
the dark before we cannot light
the fire we set we always lose
the cold returns with every night

whatever warmth we get we make
by twisting sunshine through our eyes
a storm we stir when we're awake
that adds the twinkling to the skies

in vain, in brightness towards the dark
in definition from the sun
that passes through us with no mark
but one who lights the other one

4/8/2014