it’s so dark here
and cold.
it’s shadowed,
the shelf,
but you still glow there
like you’re the sun
(a star),
the air your night.

glow.
your colors, I mean.

they’re so gorgeous;
just let it out
in a supernova of gold
and let us be blinded.

you will stand superior,
someday,
and when you fall
(with us around your finger)
we will plummet with you.

but you will birth
something of equal potential;
and that,
right there,
is beauty.