Littered Glitters Poem by Eric Roxas

We rise above the silver line
Hymning our sparkling tune

Peaking amidst the cloudy night
Beneath the beaming moon

Littered glitters are all we are
Sewn in the evening screen

Dancing, twirling to formation
With our choreographed routine

Way up here, we see the sun
Sleeping fast and sound

As we blanket, its deep slumber
We tiptoe round and round

Its rested bonfire, wheezing still
Warms our pointed ends

Surging us all to shed more shine
To where the brightness bends