iaj4 /Lens' pixels of the Soul

iron sharpens iron as is for friends' poetic appreciation

For the seven stars that orbit her 
when she only sees the roof,
my letter to you,
my beloved,

my star tonight is,
I'm the eighth star,
and for you 

I have declined the glory of the sky 
and the shadow of the moon,
I'm all your's,

tonight in your room,
beside you,

and if you can' t see me 
you're never meant for luck,
but I sure was