On every single night, the heavens rise,
and the ages descend  when your eyes dance.
You ingratiate the barren night skies,  
Like a void star, befallen, left to chance.

Plight yet graceful on the adorned stage
the limitless expectation, recant.
A gift the blessing of the exquisite  
soft golden glazed inquest aspiration,

And in them I witness, the perfection.
The spike that pierces, a sinister sole
a driver of unhinged unworthy worlds.
To grace it with an unhinged perfection.

The heavens have come to set, to see you.
and I arise with the night to seek you.