Darker than the silt
That will grow on our graves
As they will lay along side
Giving new light to
A simply divine blooming moon
Resting softly in quiescent songs
Pale-lit sails and tender memoirs
Nights spent forlorn
Have no place in these sunrises
Palpitations I feel now
Flutter gentle as bats wings
Whom drinks the sweet nectar
Of fruits in hidden skies
Starred eyes gaze back at me
With the prowess's beauty
And defiance of a butterflies wings
Encumbering the air we breathe
Wrought from tachycardic passion
It will tip the scale
In favor of the doves feather
Home is not 4 walls and a roof
It is the day and the night
Of times spent whole
No longer scattered
Across dimensions
But trusted in your softened hands