Stars are glitter on black paper,
Blown by an unknown breath.
Scintillating specks drift to the canvas
All the while strategic in organization;
Flawlessly ordered.
The prickly grass of desires and fantasies reside in our minds
Thoughts as intriguing as a colorless wall.
Climbing the all to the stars each night
Little Lauren searches for her place in the world.
She will become a brilliant star.
One of the exotic pieces of glitter
That drifts mindlessly.
Carpe Diem I whisper
Before I hum the world to sleep and
Scatter glitter across their eyes.