I saw a person,
Breathing still in the ocean,
Staring back at me.

Majestic figure,
Carved with marbles and jewels.
Painted in pure gold.

Blinking lights I see,
As I empty my restless self,
Captivating like twinkling stars,
That would do death,
To shine upon us their charm,
Like you,
And everyone I'm thinking of,
Are those flickering beacon,
That saves me from sinking,
Ergo you are,
The so called profound beauty,
In this vast dark realm of mine,
Indeed.

The flower you hold,
Too tight and it will crumple,
No growth if too loose.

The moon's glistening,
I know she is listening,
my nightly singing.