It

It

It breaks like glass on windowpane,
Spilling crystals from clouds
Like Coke from a bottle
It sprinkles
And we can't see the rainbow
For we are blinded
By ourselves
We aren't born to see the
Shadows cast by the moon, on the river
The snow, crunching diamonds into dust
The fireflies, settling in roses to sleep.
I'll watch the world for you.
If I could make you picture the golden grass,
The froth of the center of the sea,
Every little grain of sand, warmed by sunshine,
I would.
But wouldn't you wonder?
If the world is truly as beautiful
As I promised?
Are there shadows on the river?
Is there golden grass, swaying?
I don't know.
Open your eyes...