We Sell Dreams

Every night has its own moon
Camouflaged in a sack of diamonds
But I have only a single night
To devour all the stars and the moon.

On that day, I was a drop of shivering clarity
As I drowned in the horizon
Twisted into a crepuscular joy.
I looked into your eyes
Swam in the holy water
And drowned there too
Only waiting for your tears to be my saviour.

Your eyes were each a land of desert craving for a drop of kindness
As I drowned in the depth of blue,
Screaming no sounds at the top of my lungs.

A drop of tear finally rolled down the crevices of your stoned face.
As I lay in a vacuumed nebula.