Coming down to the lake there was a noise
We are whispers upon the vines that creep and crouch upon these soiled leaves
Our edges sharp and rough
Vibrant and green,
Coiled and tough
We are stars made of lightning in the dark
Such that is lining our inner most thoughts

Under this skin.
Unfurling lies, closing time upon these heavy eyes
We are those stars of light upon such dark
Drunk with wisdom
Cold with awe
Stars and lighting, nothing but awe
Nothing but bright set awe in these hallowed eyes