As I pass
kingdoms of green
the softest blade I've ever touched
home now to lakes
swelling at the lowest points
flat and soaring across pastures
but as I look in I see only mud

Beneath a night sky
not blue but unforgiving coal
I ask
When will I look past and see the stars beyond the sky?
Has ever the earth moved as I caught a strangers eye?

Water, unforgiving black, is this it?