A starry night in releam

It's just a blood stained blanket hung into space, seen through the reflection of grace.

It's written in the Wind and read by a cell

Unruliness within a shell.

The starry night lies within the ball of wax

Melt it in the rain, let it gain and break the syntax within the glorious releam.

It's just a sheet with paint, stuck in the sky and waiting to be seen through the reflection in the eye.