As I try to sketch into that blue-grey
I realize that I could never bring on paper
just how your eyes change with the light.
Staring out at the suns and stars, amongst the sand and dirt scattered and rolling
along the long grey halls,
how utterly beautiful they really are.
You see, it’s hard to concentrate on drawing
when those colourful marbles just look so different
all of a sudden when the horizon darkens
yet they light up
when you see me.