I always believed
that if you want it
then you can have it,
only
by reaching for it
you can feel it.
The moon is too far
to reach, yet
the gravel below,
dust on it’s surface,
rock just beneath
my feet.
Firm to the core, I
cannot fall through.
But I can float
elegantly
across it’s surface,
like petals in the wind.
It will not go anywhere,
it is isolated in the dark,
but only through the darkness
can it shine
the brightest.