The Glitter King

He has a good ear
His perspective framed
Between two sheets of glass
His visions are created

Wherever he goes
He brings his happiness glitter
In which he projects
Projects in pocket-size pieces

But sometimes the glitter is blown away
Taken by the wind demons
Lost and dispersed
And the the gift is never received

So when you see the sparkle
Grab it tight
Hide it from the demons
And keep it safe to remember