the moon rises to your descent
upon an early sky
shadows move with wind
molding perception to the
beauty embracing you

if you remain here
it will seep into you...
you will be reborn
& when you are the sun
beauty finds its way inside

wind becomes your breath
as you move shadows
turning gray into more
than black+white...
read between the lines
of love and hate

for when the sky finds you
your eyes will be in the stars;
emotions become constellations
& when you breathe //
you'll move me.