Is it wrong
To not want something so easy
As shallow

Is it noble to wait
For something so uncertain
As what you actually want

Knowing isn't having
Just as finding isn't searching
It's just known

I love the feeling of these words
The dark of night dying to day
The distant hum of summer birds
And the lightning bugs in gloriful sway

Just wishing, hoping, praying that they
The birds, these words, this glow
Will stay

Though they never do
I turn

And they've all gone away

When my moonlight heart
Awakes

And cries eternity asleep no more
She says
“you do not know
where you are as of late”

And with a bright flash of light
So her insult speaks
And slowly resonates

And I then
Will inevitably wake
Just to contemplate