My eyes are curtained,
clouded by the heavy sounds,
shaded by the lack of clouds
and the purity of the endless sky.
Unfathomable space depth,
unfathomable water depth,
unfathomably tall trees,
looming, watching over me.

The feeling is dark green,
clean after endless rain,
dark after daytime pain,
rich and full and soft,
enveloping me, swallowing me,
lifting me to meet the stars
while I gaze into the unfilled void of eternity.
the stars want to know what the ground is like,
I tell them that their whispers of thoughts,
and their silent eyes,
and their blanket of mystery is much better
than the souls that aren't allowed to be themselves.
It's better when my eyes are curtained,
because then I can see the sky.