Recalling days beneath the stars
Where simplicity speaks only in soft muses
The grass is damp beneath my skin
And the crickets form an ensemble choir
I see nothingness out in the nebula
Stars and cosmos only magnify the Earth
A small grain of sand in a giant sandbox
But this only relaxes my thoughts
Merely eases the grief of my desires
And that which is minute in the world
Only shrinks further into an imaginary abyss
