i see behind your eyes,
the vast wonder with which you see the world,
and the pain you mask
because you just don't want to deal with it anymore,
and it runs too deep.
i used to think i could take it away,
carry the weight,
fix it for you,
and heal the wounds of a past i was never there for -
but that is not my task.
mine is only to be there now -
to help you grow,
to catch you if you stumble,
to dry an occasional tear,
and set you on your path again.

the little white basket
with the pink and yellow daisy
bobbles along,
as the streamers on the handlebars
flutter in the wind.
"wheeeeeee!" she cries,
and i am ashamed because i forgot -
it's supposed to be fun.

scene 1:
he enters down left,
looking confident and in charge,
sits down at bar stool up center,
orders a coke,
he is waiting,
sitting where he can see the door.
he sips his drink and concentrates,
fixes his posture,
shoulders back, gut ****** in,
checking his phone to look at the time.
she walks in down left,
looking around,
it's clear they've exchanged photos,
she smiles as their eyes meet,
crosses to up center.

begin.

a face is all i remember,
short blonde hair surrounding a pointed chin,
high cheekbones and wide brown eyes
that could hold a thousand ships in their depths,
and never would any of those ships find each other.
she held my fascination for a time when i was young -
how i would have loved to taste her lips
and looking, become another ship lost in her gaze.

i see them hating,
lie in waiting,
for a chance to mock someone participating
in their own life.

they keep insisting
that their persisting
will somehow help in everyone's existing
through this strife.

they keep judging
others' trudging
but their opinions and beliefs aren't budging
in the least.

they just keep pressing
how you're dressing,
and they still insist on stressing
you're a "beast."

and i keep asking
while they're basking
"how can i truly love them when they are tasking
this world so much?"

i wanna yell until it hurts,
scream at everyone i see
and force them to hear me,
to understand,
what it's like living inside my head,
all these thoughts running around and no way to let them out.

i am a child of moonlight,
a point of light in the darkness,
guiding the traveler home,
for it is through the darkness that I have come,
meek and mild,
ever-changing phases gently shifting.
i am the reflection of the sun,
quiet, unassuming,
noticed when i am in full,
and when i am missing,
scarcely seen otherwise.
but no one else moves the oceans as i,
inspires Man's imagination,
or fuels their passions to fever-height,
meets the lovers on a nightly walk,
and embraces all in silvery light.