Art

Reaching outward, touching a star even from the ground.

My hand embraces the cold energy, as my fingers fade away through the light.

It's not about why, because in this moment I know.

For now, wonder of this sort... it'll always be wrapped in tragic pain.

So many bright shining things fill my eyes, and I was sure I wouldn't leave as I came.

That day I lost a false contentment.

In that instance I gained a new reason.

My gaze is so frightened...but how can I learn to smile...when it has no meaning?

If I never extended my arm, then I'd be lost in an empty reverie.

I know that so well...if time had walked even a slightly different path...but it's simply not how I chose.

Understand, if you can find the way.

I don't think you've forgotten, I know you've seen.

Every night...those lights are there, who will reach up and choose to aspire?

As I lay there, a part of me was so broken, yet in my heart I knew it was my very first breath.

It's a joy far too great for my mortal hands, so I close my eyes, weak from the purity.

When I awake tomorrow, my eyes won't gaze in the same way.

And a pain will be there to break me...

But what would that matter?

Because all at once, I see.

I see something that was always there.

Beauty that overpowers my weakness, leaving me breathless.

The caresses of wondrous light.

A gem in total darkness.

A love filling my heart.

These things cannot be said in only words.

I cannot deny the very fabric of my soul.

The art... of my being.