On the other side of day
A bird displays its tail as a fan
And you see thousands of eyes
peering out at you
from behind the veil of feathers
We used to watch thousands of cigarettes turn to ashes 
in empty parking lots
on the other side of day
And we did pirouettes in the falling snow
Which appeared as stars 
on the empty streets we used to walk down
And in the park we'd run forever 
from the lights which hounded us
On the other side of day
With promises of a future 
which were nothing more (nor less)
than a dream
we'd talk for hours 
about nothing (yet everything)
until the sky glowed
with the suns first kiss
and sleep claimed us
Now I light a candle
for each moment we are apart
And as I run my hand through the flame 
I remember

conical brushes stroke the wind,
breezes billow,
and filter
through bristles,
searching
for
a 
shore.

sards of sunlight
shoot through the aqua strata,
spearing the crisp terrain.

i wander through this scaly,
vertical world;

beneath the surface.
solitary.

insignificant.