The Four shine
Where stands a marker in the darkness
Bringing matter to the lack of any
Where the origins bleed into one another unevenly
This is the first shine
When things come to stand a little closer
Better to breathe and more to stand
Would there bring in part of the methods
Brought to one by the second shine
All one can see is the hearth is cracked
Broken in its part, the ways that build up
Taken in heart and sides of the desire
Never is the weathered by the part
This brings the third shine
But never does it see, as it stands to be gained with its place
Such can be seen as the four shine.
This is a special poem for the fourth, a bit short in nature, but straight to a point. I wanted to say to all who care in this part, Happy 4th of July!
Just enjoy the day and the part that comes with it!