Ode to M83- Skin of the night

Streams of light splashed soft and deflected from mirrored water and you sat there- moon drenched in the stillness and amazing subtlesness of it all. And features plunged into soft struck darkness you would stare- stare out over the lake, the ice and the land. For the want- sometimes- is only appeased through prolonged loneliness- though. Pure. When ones sense of ones self deflects like a rocks chipped fragment- something disregarded- and though these times of inner searching- bouts of self reflection through inner sanctums- and the rest- we come out with the knowledge that light- clear starlet light!- is always on the horizon. But return to you- sitting on the Ice-frozen lake (why? seems appropriate)- through what frames do we view this subject? How perceive? Cast away feelings of want- instead achieve. Humanity seems so afraid of obtaining the things they desire- perhaps this is where beauty lies and honesty. They hold hands- the forbidden dance. That's it! So she just gets up from history and replaces the cold empty loneliness- now rustled in wind- for fires- that ever burn- where are they found? In him. Where do we find it? Wherever we desire- exactly- like we spoke before- its just a frame of mind after all.