Noctis Verdure

Our fate's conjugation;
motions are changing,
particles: rearranging.

Unendingly vast: the cast
of our nights not yet amassed.
Veer; through abstraction, I've only
just begun beholding so dear
what hits your light's refraction.

Time acts without kin, and so
we've no exactions within.
Your song fills my lungs with the
indefinite; it rings infinite.

Your soul beckons mine, and
endearingly, so it speaks:
"Of us there is between:
that of the earth & ocean
whom lie beneath, unseen."

With a single moment, your heart began.
Blooming and becoming,
Your song is indefinite;
For my ears,
it rings infinite.