From your right hand, I took all your matches believing they were all you had. I made a flame too bright to see that you have been rekindling old ones with the fuel on your left. To you I was just combustion. But you should have known…what happened to Icarus when he came too close to the sun. I am the sun.
II. The Stars Belong To The Night
If you could put the stars back from where they are, please do. I don’t want them here. Do give me butterflies instead.
III. A Momentary Light
If only every broken soul, every angry heart, every fed up mind would light a sparkler in their hands instead, the world would be a brighter place.
