chips in the sky, meant for our eyes
that’s the stars, see them glow
and this black canvas above us
brings clarity, falling down
to the tips of our crowns
in which we lay in the dirt
for what they are worth
nothing just to sit here with two.
a fresh flow of indigo shines
like hair it falls into a black pane lake
and for my sake, I am with you.
your eyes in the light brings up roots
down below on moss, its low cost
because these stains aren’t permanent
but my love for you is.
the love i have to give
is priceless.
ghosts of shadows sway
not at all like day
but the trees like to dance in the wind
until light breathes them in
and the morning shine brings us home
for now we’ll stay here
where the weather is clear
and gentle whispers are the supplier
of life
for tonight
breathe it all in
exhale and it becomes morning.