Such eyes that stand on starlight,
Atop a vessel filled with hopes and dreams
Drowning in the gravity of reality
Know that they can still shine when they want to.

With ears that can't hear what they want to,
Or be told what should or not aught to,
That clearly have a mind all their own,
Know only the solace of the mind's disowned revelry.

Cherry-picked cheekbones fixed to the frame
Holding up an absolute smile that acts as a crack
A break from the banal and crushing clarity of everything else
That which isn't absurd or nonsensical.

All of this to say that I see,
In you what yourself may fail to perceive,
This wonderful and indescribable thing,
If its dry
Sarcastic
And ever questioning glory
Or if its something more subtle
That you'd probably think is boring,
But it keeps me hooked,
And keeps me going.