Glown Worms.

Freckles of the sky,
Down with platonic lines,
I’ll join the dots ,
If you make the lines.
If I make the fire,
You find the glow worms.
I pick a leaf,
You find a tree that sees autumn everyday.

In our mild optimism,
I’ll stare at you,while you,
Snare at me.
In our wild pessimism,
I’ll smile at you, while you,
Look at me.