I am beautiful as the night sky, hidden in the outer realms. Are the stars unclear to the naked eye? Can you see me with your telescope? The desire and hope that drives deep— but it's too heavy to float. Faith is clear, bright, shining within me, a low whisper hoping God would send me a reflection of my energy, as I'm praying for my enemies. Will my kingdom come, and is my search forever done? It's what you give me— all of your true love? The interpretation of relationships, moonwalking on slave ships. Telling my story through hieroglyphs, and the rest told with my lips— if there's something that you missed. I'm beautiful like the ocean, only focused on the sun rays, high tide bringing in them better dayz. There's a lonely space I try to erase, tracing the footsteps in the sand, trying to pull back like a rubber band. High demand for this space— deposits already been placed, but I reserved it in your case. — By DelSol flying cotton el-bey