Love: A Collection of Stories

Enough

It's too bad

We can never be

Well we can

We never will, so I guess "we" never should

And at times that makes me quite sad

With reflections into a deep night

The window beams back

Look, a mirror

It seems odd, funny, weird, but I'm not mad

You're just not here

A firefly glows and admiration, love

It's definitely geniune, and it might be true

All of it came in like the moon will draw in the tide

I heard no whisper, maybe they just couldn't scream

Well, by that time the unpredictable moon had cast out its line again

Into the sea

Where the other fishes swim, and they're waiting for me

Logic dictates this is right

Normally logic doesn't rule my mind but today

My thoughts of rest are taking higher priority

I don't seem to care, seem to mind

What'll happen is what's right

And I do not feel hot, angry, passion-filled

A sleepy sadness is all that washes over me

For into the night this love goes

And like a love, I will wake when a morning rooster crows

The future is waiting for me

And here am I to take it, at last and finally

There is great beauty in the world

When a leaf falls, whether the moon shines

I have to believe it will come one day, something

It'll come and it will fetch me

"Here I am!" it'll say

Come along to this magical place

The tides will be long, and they'll be slow

The only light of a moon

Constant, unstoppable, singularly a powerful force, and life

Is all that will glow

The world will not stop for a single tear, a single touch

It will not stop if everything goes wrong

I will not stop for it's not and yet enough