My mother had
A stone I gave her
When I was young
When you stirred the stone
The colors moved
Much like a sunset
Which brings me here
To the way we live
Not as a child but human
Our lives are much
Like the stone
There's light produced
From movement
Digging for the bones
Tucked beneath my skin
Cause I don't need them
You went from a stupid child
To showing me the inner light
The bioluminescence, the bioluminescence