Easter Eggs
They’re out there Searched for but invisible Recognized by a single glance Then lost forever after Disappearing in a swift cover of darkness The eggs holding light And lives hidden within Shells of fragile substance And painted bodies as Stained-glass windows To make even the most Pious cathedral envious The Easter eggs thrive Alone in solitude Never lonely, never needy Retaining the same souls But different projections Some vibrant, others subtle Yet no one is called Shallow, they are always Authentic Their brightness shines through With no audience To applaud or judge them They live by their own merits Dreams and goals Guarding their secrets They hold inside themselves And letting their true forms Take shape every year In the time of rebirth And infinite renewal!
