Hanging by chords struck by heaven’s roars.
Down pour of a soul amidst the storm.
Surrounded by splendor yet orbiting a world not his own.
Controlling waves and shifting of tides.
Clouded memories strolling in time.
Waiting beside the gravity in darkness for a simple hello.
Losing himself as he holds his phone awaiting the call.
Just another night, a phase of the moon.