this time of night

Still up, amongst the rabble,
and the insects
as they swarm in the cool,
and relish the moonlit
I rummage through thoughts,
I reflect, I haunt,.. ever caught
a thought as circles about
around and throughout your head
or flown in the placid purple twilight
of heaven's ocean in the sky?
Quality time, quietly appreciating
silience as it is but for the crickets,
far off car tires against the cooling asphalt
automated sprinklers hissing new moisture to alien lawns
No pressing appointments
to nail down uncertain morrows
the moon, her stars, their perch and ours
I love this time,
though I am often at my lonliest,
overcome with rerun moments
of my life
as it once was
hypothetical questions
unvocalized to the universe
Am I ever thought about
is it time and time again?
Why do I do this?  
Will I ever stop?
another question...

to be there right now
And all that separates
feet And inches
and right now is right now
too often I forget this
in a dark room down
devoted curled up next to me
but my thoughts are of you
standing above growing without
this life the next and another
I'll know you and wish I said so
what am i doing now I and this
standing up seeking out
and to know only to know you

here we have these hands
appendeges that have untold abilities
when paired up to the whole of the mind
Hands, Heads, and then there are our ways
the ways that we hand burdens down
a legacy since the first IOU was wrote
inheriting more and more and more
each parent buried a little less than their son's
heir daughters, and grandchildren
and for what?  In pursuit of money we have
accomplished amazing feats, as well we have
killed untold millions for far far less reasons
all for personal gains, no choices given
its the way that it is, "always been this way"
But people, we have stood on the MOON...
We've built from nothing, our need to know
to grow, but adopted these natural gifts to bad reasons
money motivates, but survival of our species matters more
We are only as valuable, worth measured in generations
we've done things all wrong, and we are almost found wanting
and starved, diseased, washed, burned, or frozen
to the point of no return, its the sum of our reasons
they are wrong, and selfish, and misthought about
we do the good, for the good and no other reason.