they never dream in the heavens
as a pale moonlight descends
its light peers through a tiny window
go and try to rest in the shadow
as though to salvage those good visions
we all make some bad decisions
measures endure while destiny imparts
who is in the camp of the manifest stars?
now down below are some struggling silhouettes
where the rivers of tears overflow to the great seas inlets
when we are without love or token
hearts are broken, when written words crawl unspoken