Take my good luck into your peace of light. Willing hopeful wishes into your grand fortnight. Release the lucky spark to others in your world, for I have given you a time to make your pearl.
Paint your way into my flutter wings, and cup them to your heart. Wondering, with chipping hope, how you could brush my dreams away like a vain rabbit. Milk into my ear how your hopes holed themselves into obscurity.
Your lips are a twisted rainbow made of cotton candy floss and salty popcorn. Soft clouds of syrup grace my tongue, and fill me up
like the glass jar holding my heart. Limbs, vines, curling around my legs, latching me to the sediment of our river of light fractals. Magnifying lenses examine me, petting me with your light and shadow.