What was mysterious, was also the answer. The silence of lights with no hum. No electricity to bind me to the beauty of its glow. Where the eyes of heaven were above me in the dark. And it was radiance from glory.

2. He took his hands from his eyes and wiped away the tears. The droplets sprinkled a canvas of black. His fingers spread the maroon of a soul. And the portrait grew, it was birthed in blackness. But this canvas turned to light, and this light burned to sun.

3. I saw through the eyes of an angel, through the eyes of a lover and a thief. Angels cried bullets made of stars from above and the thief stole the heart of his love.

4. What would the world away from life be like. To be quiet and still for the moment. The sun over mountains with no distractions for miles and the moon could be heard from below. In the time that the wind would traverse the plain, the stars would have all done the same.

5. I could see no love above the lost. I could see no hate or disgust. The simple problems were missing here. The solutions were all mysteries but everything was figured.
-P.S.