Grapes Poem by wairimu Buri

A secret light clasped between my palms,
And there it rests till comes that day,
When the grape is ripe enough for you throat,
Little secret on a big neon bright light.

I hate to hold the news first the rules spar,
But like I said this one's different n I shan't care,
Why not oblige to the forces you can't stop?
Time to let u in, in this small world I call mine.

If this isn't what I think it is,
Then I don't know what it is,
It's underway and it's not stopping
All I know is that it's more than you know.

To me you are the fair, trusted and kind,
to you I shall want to be nothing less.
today, this 5th day of cold July, smiles,
tomorrow, contemplating meets moment.