As I struggled to find light
I didn't notice the moon
facing down giving a smile.

Her smile was warm
like a spark set ablaze
she stared back at me,
waited for a story as I paced.

Her gentle light touched my skin
inviting me

I told her a story
about a girl and her
unrequited love
I didn't tell her everything
there are words
i cannot fathom myself.

She told me: "What a sad story, child."
and left me there
darkness closing in from behind.

When I looked up,
I saw a tear trickled down her cheeks
then became a storm.
a sigh of grief escaped my lips
almost too numb to feel the burn.

She knew...She felt it too.

And now it's almost sunrise
I watched her disappear
from the earth,
from my sight.

The sorrow, the pain
gone with the night.
A story I once told the moon
out in the dusky twilight.

When will my
                Weakness become strength,
How do       I become stronger than my
                Hopelessness ,
Yearning      for the peace that
                 Yielding would bring.

the things I wanna see
the things I wanna be
the fragrance and what seems to appear
when my mind creates what isn't there
just look away and feel no despair
i'll never be anything to "you"
no that I know you, I actually have no clue

and my mind will rot away,
discovering more to know less
what I dine for is never sane
at least for you, your at one point quenched
but for me, the drive is from getting lost
I always thirst for more

out of ignorance once I bore
a cup of sand I once held
the gratitude I had was hidden from my conscience
but one day I stumbled upon a beach
the sand in my hand
no longer the same for me
I tried dropping the sand into its place
I observed a rejection of tension
I switched what was in my cup
I couldn't bear no more
I need a sand box
I need more
even if I owned one though
it could only be no more to me
this pattern of reality
it crinkles me as I can't live without it

I am lost.
Yet,
Something is telling me you are just like me.
Maybe
We were put in the darkness
To find each other.