DISCLAIMER: Not a poem.
Another glint of sunshine in the river.
You cannot be that special.
You cannot be any different.
But why then, did all the glittering fade away?
Why then, you seem like the sunshine pouring
off the face of a diamond drowned under river?
I'm sick of this whimsical blinding light flashing across my face.
I'm sick of being drawn to the petty tricks of light.
When the sunshine hits right on my skin-
spreading it's splendid light all over me,
I ignore it while I slave over the same light bouncing off these capricious surfaces.
Why can't I ever look at the sun?
Why can't I ever fall in love with the most brilliant of all lights I could witness?
You are but a passing fantasy, a play of light playing with my heart.
Flow away to your ocean, swim away merrily
like the unattached spirit you are.
Before I decide to trap you in a glass vase and then cry
when your light doesn't dazzle the same.
Because even though I know you shine only because you are undisturbed and distant,
I can't help but think of enslaving you.
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