We awoke asleep
in an empty home,
his eyes were adrift
and unearthly
my eyes were forlorn

In a transient moment
of uncertainty,
the answers came
bestowed upon my
third eye open,
my first eye shut

The palm trees are swaying outside
the motel, and it's night time again
We sip the coffee to stay awake,
and write our woes
into the sand

We speak out loud to practice
the words, and create poetry
with our bodies entwined
beneath the blue moon