The sky was beautiful, lights from a thousand stars gleaming in the dark abyss. It was so easy to get lost in the paths that they created, dazzling light jumping from point to point, drawing lines that my feet couldn’t help but follow. The grass tickled the bottom of my soles, footsteps gently caressed by the cool earth beneath me. The only sound was that of my own legs disturbing the earth around...

On morning’s beginning and evening’s end,

Sunlight’s gleaming smile not foe nor friend,

I admired the dawn’s yawning face,

Held within my own arms’ cold embrace.

A warmth unfamiliar tickles my nose,

My lips now parting, my eyes unclosed.

I take the warmth for what it’s worth,

Enjoying a foreign sense of mirth.

My fingers unfurl into open palms,

Once trying noises now like psalms.

I lend the worl...