Searching

We catch the stars like fireflies

caught in jars of our mind,

flickering against glass

and the tiny points of lights

left as a memory

to remind us of something we knew,

that we had tried to capture

often best zipping across the landscape

of the night sky so high.

We watch in awe as days pass us by

feeling so small in the depths of it all

and the moon lingers come dawn

hanging on long enough to touch the rays of sun

and we look away for a moment

returning to find it now gone

sitting on hillsides in our memories

the peace of the darkness lulls us forward

to dream once more of days of tomorrow

and new years to wait on

as the clock winds perpetually on

in our cosmic mind swirl of bliss

we settle in and become one

with this moment

and eager still for the next to come.