Beautiful Sight

The tug is the fool of it

Needing to be complete

From this

Lusting after droplets

Of a purity to

Slip with the slide

Of my wish

Never knew a you

Like you

Until you smiled all

Those things you

So strongly do

No one else

Can see the sea

We wade in

But they that

Cast the first rain

Must first sin

The shrug of the

Whole of bliss

Is momentarily

What clings me

Against a bliss

The line of lost

We pass

Every time

We hold tight

And surpass

Other’s thoughts

Of what we are

Burning hate

A weak light

Somewhere afar

Oh but with

A bond like ours

We are all the

Words that build

Shooting stars

Falling,

dreaming,

Through night

Complete aesthetics

Perfected aching

My beautiful sight