Lost in a pool of dust, looking up at this starving moon as he hungers for his lost tears that have become the stars. In innocence I can find a trace of heartache and in wisdom I find an abundance of dreams filled with memories of love. Within this dark, I am standing in the truth awaiting your cry. When the sounds fill me with your soul I know then that we are a part of the angels’ sigh, forever seeking to pierce the hearts of every man. Still looking up from my pool of dust, in wisdom and innocence, did I suddenly see the moon smiling,ever so eloquently, down at me.