The Ask

I know what I want
Should I first ask to depose the light?

Let it chase me round and round
Me — play hard to get?

But at this point in human history
For what purpose?

With time unubiquitous
If not now, when?

With stars and firmament acting finite
To what end?

Come Truer

We didn’t want to know her
We wanted to be her
Certain we were her, we danced
Amidst the flames of our heart, we danced

Weaving, as dreamers do
Our story with yours
We picked up the pen
With aching hands, but ink anew

We stayed still, in Once-Upon-a-Time fashion
Hoping to make the one day we’d meet
The happy afterall
Come truer