An angry sun setting
Once saw me smile
And burned a blue hole
In my every sight
And every now and again
I find myself wishing
I could smolder too

Trees often elude me
When I most want to hear
The sway of branches
And the grace of leaves

Concrete is most cracked
When I crave something
Solid under unsteady feet

And some electric nights
My moons are serene
But mostly the little stars
Remain unspoken and unseen

Closing my worn and wary eyes
Makes it hard to feel
Dew and troubles anew
But even then I can find
That little blue hole
Pulsing fiercely in time
With the back of my mind