Our light only shines...
For a little while...
As we dwell...
Upon this place.
Said Painted Bear...
Who whispered...
Sweet nothings into my ears.
I'm still...
A bear with hair...
Beauty...
Only reflects...
From the rivers face.
Not as smooth...
As a mirrors taste.
Don't judge...
My beauty as a place...
But as an illusion of inner grace.