The sequel to my other poem "Lovely"**

Nothing else resonates more
than being told about
your loveliness,
nothing else resonates more
than the assurance that you
are absolutely graceful,
and that the grass you walk on
thinks you are a sight to behold.

And every seed that
you'll touch
will grow and transform
from the dust,
and your lungs will
earn back your trust,
and you'll believe in grace again.

I don't want to leave
for a temporary feeling,
but I don't want to stare
at a permanently black ceiling,
I strive to see the stars
but the dark's outshined
them all tonight;
has the dark touched you tonight?