Just as a beach of sand is forever stranded
Or a forest of leaves are lost into the woods,
The starry skies of night shine deep into my eyes
And yet I cannot see for darkness is in me.
Just as an open wound with a scar is branded
Or a smile is happy and a tear ever sad,
Just as this perfect role becomes but a disguise
Swept by a coarse wind of restless serenity.
A series of relatively poetic images.