No longer surveillant, they give who you are meaning.
You spectate causing neverending inner astral banter.
You are daylight, resent stars watching over you.
When the sun sets, you wish to be out of their sight.
Protective of what you sculpted she warns you, careful.
The son of light, you dance around velvet clouds.
Bright celestial splendor, for eyes who recognize you.
Shaping the clouds into memories,...