I can't hide from People's harshness,
Against the beauty of that night,
The mystery of the sea,
Met with the awe of our sky.
Any night the stars
Just exist,
Shine perfectly into the darkness of our existence.
I look up lost in perfection, melted.
Almost becoming that precious blue tint,
That brightens the vast blanket,
Even the dark is beautiful.
The Blue of a star melts any earthly harshness.
Surely my stale tears can crack away,
And be replaced with smiles, however brief.
A smile that offers tints
Of that blueness to another in the dark.
