I am lost in a sea of stars
Whose chronic ripples whisper like countless muted radios,
Interfering at a rate desperate eyes cannot follow;
At a rate which blurs each star beyond recognition.
Still I cry and laugh and twirl
Soaking stupidly,
Hoping to be seen
In this boiling fever dream.
Find me and take me to a lake,
Take me to a creek.
See how bight we'll shine.
Take me to a puddle,
Take me to a pond
And see our ripples twine