The Brighter Fire Within

The final sip of Scotch burns down my throat as I looked up.

Letting the burning question erupt:

What do I see between the stars?

Why do I let them interrupt?

When did they get to decide

I’d be their target to obstruct?

Maybe I gave them too much time.

Too much undeserved attention.

I used to think I saw two faces;

And lips locking between constellations.

I used to picture love in eclipses;

And great dances like planetary rotations.

I once believed in cosmic links

Wishing to explore every other dimension -

With that twin flame they held captive

As an answer to my failed ascension…

I used to dream we burned like them,

That we shone brighter than the sun.

300 pages might make you agree

I used to see you and I as one.

But all I see now are just brittle dots…

Blinking brightly but blurry and distant;

Far too gone for my brown eyes

And for this heart that’s twice as persistent.

I quickly lost interest in dreaming

And checked back into planet earth;

Not because my glass was empty,

But because your eyes and mine gave birth

To the burning answer for a burning question:

What exactly did I see in the moon -

When she’s a million miles away -

And you’re 10 feet across the room?

I don’t care to burn like stars

Unless you do, and I hope you do;

Either way, I’m glad I let them go

To trade stares with you.