pinned up to the darkness
the moon reflects the sun
guides the currents to their destinations
of where the Earth begins to run.
Back into the vastness of the ocean
and there's no such thing as end
only stories of the mystic creatures
that only seas could think to pen.

The stars that paint the landscape
twinkle, glisten, shine,
and all that live below them
can only look and pine.
Universally forever,
is the thoughtless-ness of being
we'd never know a single thing
without the hopelessness of dreaming