August 2, 2013 8.13 am
My eyes stare at stars my hands cannot reach
My thoughts wander and grope at the distant moon just out of touch
The heart is burned and so cannot feel
Yet, it beats in hope that it would someday heal.
My eyes are weak from looking out for you
But, my heart beats ever so strong
A beacon in a storm so fierce; a friendly and never dying clue
Waiting for you to come back; even if it takes ever so long.