We seek the answers in skies that hang like paper mache globes
Moons that peer at us from high above our heads,
Cinderella to the ball beneath the crystal sky
A universe waiting for the curious.
I sit below a million stars, still so far from all I’ve known
And it is home everywhere
No matter near or far,
just a different scene
New perspectives to explore.
Mind that drifts in slight confusion
Rely on moments spent speaking to the world
In quiet moments we wait for the voice to be heard,
For the creator to give solace
In a simple answer.
Yet still we seek, although we know
For each glimpse within the images set out like oil paintings on walls,
Don’t touch, capture the photo with no flash
For the light destroys the pigment over time,
As too much reality beneath a sun
Tends to burn.
Our thoughts cannot hang on walls
Yet they hang in crevices like cobwebs forgotten in drafty attics
And we will run into them when least expected,
Abandoned of life,
Ghosts of themselves…
Free of anything but the fear as they settle unexpectedly
On your body and soul.