A dreamy dark hand
is stretching out across the universe,
in a kiss of the ocean’s bright sand.
Deep in the waters is the color of nothing ever seen.
This mystery of a dark hand,
is good and sweetly kind.
It is like a ring around your black hair
in a silent stream of virtue.
What can be discovered
when the mind is reinvented,
is too hard to imagine
in the dusty thoughts of starry midnight.
Your dark hand is a sword that can never kill.
It is a pile of dreams like millions of lights from every blue sun in the cosmic wilderness.
You are oceans of light in the shadows beside the ancient trees.
The stars are dying with all your sounds of reinvention.
Come back again,
good forest of stars.
Come back again,
and change me,
you friend of the changing heart.