Blind Attraction, 

Mouth to sword,

Glitter masks,

The unexplored.

Cascading moments,

Grains of sand,

Each star that falls,

A touch of hands.

Without a filter,
No lack of grace,
A heart that shines,
Without it’s place.
Forgone courage,
Not lost, yourself,
Each star it shines,
If for itself.

-Brocarde