There’s no moon out here tonight. It seems almost pitch black — and that feels appropriate.
Because of the street lights and porch lights of my quiet suburban street, the sky looks totally dark from my front porch. I know there are no clouds tonight, though, so the stars have to be there.
The glow of all these dim ambient lights covers up the pinpricks which represent a million burning infernos of light and heat in the distance.
But the light and heat of those stars seem impossibly far away right now. As much as I wish I could feel the heat and see the light, my heart feels the cold distance and knows that it reflects the emptiness of my heart — and the distance between my cold heart and warm love.
I touched real love a little while ago. Just for a moment. It was an accident. But I touched it for a moment — and it was warm and bright and colorful — yet it was just an illusion that I could not hold onto.
But that brief touch has me looking for light and warmth as I sit alone in the darkness after midnight.
My heart needs to know where love is now.

If you believe in these campaign fairy tales, welcome to Fantasy Island
Most of nature follows instinct, but humans often ignore voice
Door in my dream keeps trying to take me to the life I’ve needed
Life cycles sometimes bring us back to places where we’ve been
We fill life with noise because silence forces us to hear truth
Letting go of dead dreams can lead to path you need to follow
Why have I kept dreaming about baby in need for last two weeks?
Thirst for love and understanding drives all of us until it’s quenched
Teacher suspended for insisting that failure is an option for lazy kids