Losing touch, listening to colors
Smelling sounds, scenes make it clear
Imperfect balance from ear-to-ear
A common crutch, as night floods in
Deviating from the norm
Senses twisted and I am lost
Where does the moon fall
On the map of my thoughts?
Who guides everyone home
When the darkness stays up late?
Our best tech does not compare
To the brightest and best to date
Across the dotted sky, and she was
Clothed in a fine midnight robe just as rare