bruised with deceit
eyes which were once lovely
we sit upon
glistening atop
i loved his ways
light of his eyes
his shades and truth
things you’d imagine from blue
but i fumble before his walls
creating dark from light
with love beneath my eyes
fright in my might
we twirled under
creating crops in the night
wading whys and fading highs
our strength proved weary
we were nothing but misery
tiring under the horizon
and drifting galaxies
from orion
between constellations