Hoping

Hoping 

Hoping! 

Dreaming. 

Waiting!

On what? 

I still don't know, or don't remember. 

However, I am still waiting. 

Inside of me I feel burning,

burning in an unseen fire; 

A cold as snow fire, 

but fire the very least. 

Dreaming and hoping 

that someday I could open my eyes,

and then understand why 

when I look up at the moon I think of you, 

I still cry for you...

 

And I think about the lonely stars, 

so alone, 

alone with God, the angels, so very far, 

in that huge, but ever present sky, 

and I suddenly feel sad and weep.

 

I just cry, cry, and cry,

cry, cry, cry, still not knowing why.

But I'm hoping that one day I can finally find out...