Heat and Light
I have stared out the window in the time when I am lonely
and sometimes I have searched myself for the smallest things.
Often, I think, maintaining the big picture eludes me
as I can think of so many of your wonderful peculiars
but I was never able to grasp your entirety.
Sometimes I believe I skated close to it,
perhaps in the throws of our late nights
or the early slow mornings where we were so comfortable.
Is it the simplicity of your nature which I cannot grasp?
How you never stop smiling when others might flee
or how you can humor in the most wondrous places.
As I stumble around this strange world without you,
I long for the light you shone, your brilliance
was the most profound insite I could not consider on my own,
my guiding path through an incomplete existence
whole, for once.
While I grew inside and waited for God know's what,
the tree of my soul screamed to open its branches for you.
You fed it in every way imaginable and without,
it has shut itself inward in hibernation.
Please, return your heat to me for the purest of reasons
--so that we can see how things were supposed to bloom.
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