Shine

Beneath the branches is where you creep, not even a beam of moon you will keep. Away from the crowds away from the show you stay.
When,? Wait or is will? will you ever come out to play again?
No feelings matter, am I the marter of this mater of no heart??
There was a time when sun beams were your friend, lurking beneath the branches was only a pass time , oh puppet master I'm growing angry still amused how seamsly you pull those strings, how simple it is to make your subject dance, how desperately heart breaking your show is to watch,
Some puppeteer's can pull those strings for lifetimes, how long do you think before the strings finally grow weary and thin enough to disintegrate?
You who stays not even to let moon light shine down, stay beneath branches and move to the beat that choreographed dance you do so well, do your dance sing your song, the sun beam that were once your good friend misses you, everyday the sun will rise when you need and want a shiny beam your friend will still be here.

Shine.
Shine 4 Self?
Shine 2 Make The Next Shine?
Shine On: Harshly Or Lovingly?
Shine Of Moonshine.
Shine Of Bejeweled Mistress N Her Other Mansion.
Shine.
Shine: Illuminate.
Shine, Again, Of The Strangest Puppet Show Ever.
Shine Of Eyez.
Shine Of Heart.
Shine Of Soul.
Shine Well Or Not @ All.
Shine.
Shine.