The Good Light
Why do you keep hoping Some glowing cinder Will fall from the sky And finally ignite your life? What would you make of it - Before it dimmed and cooled In your shallow, unused hands? A wildfire? A cup of tea? Why do you prefer peering into screens And their endless cul de sacs of distraction? Or daydreaming When these eyes That so willingly gaze into yours, Invite you here. Here. Here. So many layers to this onion This union. This you and I in Love. So why again, I ask - Do you keep looking for embers When this thirsty seed Is already planted? When all you have to do is: Unthaw the hesitation in your heart, And let it drink.