Like a beggar feeling for gold in the dark I mosey in the shadows searching for the scent of bliss Blind to everything but my own thought I skirt the edge of light and dark A stuttering heartbeat I rest upon a sturdy form and begin to flutter Slowly I come away from my stupor and tilt my head Upward Illuminated by a golden sphere A moth grasping at God Gripped in the glow I am light Reflecting unto faded stars We Inanimate forms buzzing along to the Dull hum of the universe.