Are you luminous?
Are your layers light?
Does sun see
through
the marks you've made
the absolutely brilliant light?
And glow like gold,
And shine like god
Cupped there
In your trembling hands?
Or have
the years of having
settled turned
your heart an
opaque grey?
To you I give
the brightest flame
to melt and chase
what's under
neath -
And I say run!
And I say fly!
Fast across the
burning
sky.