It's been so long, darling sky at night. That my eye has caught your grace. It's been decades in a corroded brain, through cavernous fractures of a rattled skull. That the issue of your depth has been discussed. Oh starry night, that the fingertips point. That the dim and the bright would be settling tonight. And it's been a long time since I let myself in to your pull. That I glossed my eyes over with reflections of you. And in regret I'm here. Looking at you, my dear. Remembering that face on the moon once more. In the comets as the star shine hits the shore. Somewhere in that infinity, I lost my eyes to god.

I sat on a beach and spoke hard dreams and sunsets.
In my eyes the glare of a rebel sun ray.
And my hands were on fire.
Underneath the sand there were murmurs.
Distant prayers and hopeful mumbles of a society of mad men forever counting grains and pebbles.
-P.S.