There’s No World without Reflection

Floating, floating, what do we resemble?
Human emotions serve as expressions
Concealed within a planet’s cloudy eyes

Except, now, at night. At night, your eyes shine
With all the gifts and agonies of one
Of the stormiest species ever made

Under those clouds. You’d think that the sunlight
Somehow manages to find out the moss,
But it’s always the moss that’s self-aligned
And waiting for the light to fall again.