Fireflies in the leaden sky
Or are those spaceships flying by?
I open my eyes to flashes
Unclouded sky with stars shy

Deep in thought, no thought
I am there or there I am not
Sleeping trees, exploding skies
Order and chaos all about

Diffusing it in traces
In all the neighboring spaces
A crisp breeze strikes my cheeks
Washing me off of my stasis

Inside and out, there is beauty around
Benumbing my basking body
Orchestrates a melodious sound
The sound of silence, the sound of balance
Stardust art, no doubt