I looked up and saw you.
You were not perfect.
You had your flaws,
you had your quirks,
but, isn’t every sun
speckled with
the sun spots that
freckle the
beauty of brilliance?
And yet,
the sight is no less amazing.
It is perhaps that
the spots,
though blemishes,
only complete the wonder.
And even so, your every
oddity and
annoyance only
made you shine more
incredibly.
In my eyes,
you are sovereign of
the sky,
and, only when
you grace my
thoughts with the
brilliance of you,
am I ever truly
bathed in
light of day.
Magnificent light
that washes away the
shadows of
my mind,
and though I be rough and cratered,
with you,
I know that I can shine in
darkness of night.
Yet,
I can only reflect your light,
for all that I had
before is
lost in the awe of you.
and so,
I only look on in admiration
at the golden glow of
your presence.
I look on and reach out, though
so shyly, for
cautions of my own fragile mind,
And I wonder,
could the fingers of our hands
ever meet:
Could the blackness of night touch
the luminance of day?
But, I reach nonetheless, and
ask for just a
chance to speak
and show my thoughts of
you.
I reach,
but you are not there:
on those nights
when I shine full with
The courage of my heart.
So,
do I dare tell in
nights of black?
(Nights when
the void of
newness engulfs
my face.)
Should I sputter
feelings in
fragility of mind?
After all,
I can only bask for
a season,
before another sweeps
between our hearts and
eclipses the light of
your eyes.
And what then?
Can I once again
confine myself
happily to a
world of shadows?
Perhaps,
but only
if you ask.
Only if you ask:
for darkness
by force of
another would
be too great to
bear in grins.
And yet,
all I ever do is grin.
Maybe that,
my friend,
is my
greatest curse Of all.