You can’t ask something
That is always here,
To suddenly appear.
To come from nowhere,
When it’s everywhere.
It’s like asking the stars to prove they’re still shining,
Just because the Sun makes it hard to see….
Or the clouds cast a shade of grey that you can’t quite think past when you’re up and restless…
Clouds you can’t feel past.
Let alone, clearly see at all, as passing….passed….gone.
You want proof that it’s in the pudding-
But you haven’t had desert in years…. Measured in lifetimes really-
Though you have just this one,
For now anyways….
You want the moon and sun to share the same sky,
And when they do,
You call them liars and demand heaven show itself…
And that’s what got you here-
Surrounded by heaven everywhere,
Yet you remain afraid-
Lacking though in faith really-
That it’s nowhere.
Gazing up and into the sun with your eyes closed so that you can see the stars-
Perhaps, this is just somewhere along the way.