No ordained order,
Just pin pricks in a black sheet,
God's first artwork.
Putting our world in perspective,
The original Jackson Pollock.
Oh Meteor shower, were are are you?
I'm drifting away waiting.
Listening in on conversation as it floats across the water,
Mixing with the music playing.
Do you dare share your glory with such a lowly crowd?
With no hear to hear your travel stories,
Burning out your shining confetti
Just light to show, now sound.
