You were near;
I soft as an infant.
pierce and inject me
with a sense of purpose,
like my first shot
of fireflies and white roses
that glow and die in a day.
now just bugs that pile my brain.

The lies we shared
is the truth I love.
not the nights alone
staring at the ceiling
closed. When I know they are
burning when the sky's unclothed

See the full moon in
my room; I'd still
believe nothing's meant to be
more than a reflection
on the churning sea
that's still
pulling.