Infant morning.
Glowing lights all around, surround.
Some how, a peace settles in. Heavy eyes,
aimless thoughts.
Honey sweet harmonics, surround.
Four suns, four identical orbs,
hang before me. Almost blindingly bright.
I throw a sheet over them, and bathe in the warm afterglow.
For the moment, nothing else is of importance. Nothing,
will take this moment away.
There is no existence outside these wall. Simply infinite,
nothing.