Shooting stars streak silver on my scarred skin,
And the moon-blessed breeze blows in my every sigh.
Sunshine splashes glee in my soul at every grin,
I am the sky, the world, infinitely infinitesimal am I!

The heavens, they sometimes speak to me,
Say, "One with us, you're meant to be..."

Ruby ripples in eddies of emerald deep within,
And...