I gaze upon the soldiers, their colors faded of my one true blue, rows and columns of three march fluently through a courtyard, their tails flap at our change in thought...

We stand at a(n) shore the waves soft upon the coarse pink sand, hiking up through the covered trees, we see just how vast out beings can be, like  Jupiter's tears our dream changes,

Surrounded by a artificial plain of velvet black, sipping martinis and cocktails as the reclusive shadows save face for the rising sun,