There is a place in time one wishes happy endings to arise, but will not see, that it is meant to last. I want love but don’t expect
any lasting effect. Almost always, one falls out, though it is not impossible. I see the faces, the eyes which show the experiences. I see more in the soul,
I know they can tell I search. Maybe, when I see that light, I will be able to say, discern a path given to last to the end. But I can’t until
I’ve searched long enough, given enough of myself to have earned a respect from life, the cosmos, to take away any doubt, and let me sway to the eternity of
love. Tonight, I just want to feel thrill, behold it how I feel it in my soul, no matter how contrived. I see a way beyond the reflection; I look into my eyes, see whole worlds within. I wait