Twinkle, Twinkle

I imagine light
reflects on souls
as it does
for labradorite
or moonstone.
As you absorb
the light and dark
of my words,
watch as you
reflect the truth.
The passing of time:
this is
a feeling like velvet
and so close to silk,
the changing of
night to day,
and the surrender
of breathing
for the first time.
No vows or promises
are needed.
You exist like snow.
Before you melt,
glisten with light.