And of Wishful Thinking

The night sky is beautiful.

I am trying to teach you to see.

To see past the little white specs,

The analytical balls of carbon,

The natural components of a star.

Trying to teach you to look through that.

To look beyond.

An entire cosmosis is above us,

And we are tiny,

Momentary,

And yet,

Intreped.

Like the stars.

Even when one is gone,

We still see it.

For millions of years after.

And Im trying to teach you to fear.

To show me

That you fear.

You have seen my fear at it's height.

You have seen me cower from the lightning,

And run from the noises in the forest.

And I am not ashamed.

Nor will I ever think less of you,

Because you fear.

I only want to know you.

So, I close my eyes,

And of wishful thinking,

I drift off.