write a poem to the moon,
she is lonely and dark,
tell her you'll miss her
when daylight comes around,
even if you'll play under the sun,
and that you can't wait
to bask in her light,
even if you both know
it's never been hers,
'cause it's all about the illusion
of being loved and loving back,
so write the moon a poem
with the sun in mind.

Don't fear the pain,

use it,

keep it there,

beside you,

and maybe,

just maybe,

it will give you the words to say in a poem,

or the notes to play in a song,

for sometimes

it is flying with what hurts,

that gives us the colors to paint with.
                                                                                        Jon York    2018

my heart woke me sobbing last night
“what can I do?” I asked shakily
and my heart whispered
“write the book.”

It's strange
how childhood felt
like a train ride
that would never stop
like reading a book
with an infinite number of pages

But now you're 19-turning-twenty
and the train has finally
come to a definite stop
the tracks have changed its path
and you've reached the end
the epilogue

It's time to move on
move along and grow up
step off that train
and on to the next adventure
close that book
and start a new chapter

Be brave and brace yourself
for there is more to come
beginnings can be daunting
because it also means
saying goodbye to a life
you've lived and loved.

I want my love for myself
To overflow
And I want my overflow of love
To seep over onto you
But for now
My cup is empty
And maybe you can sense
That I have nothing to offer you