thoughts into the night

what is the meaning of this life?

it feels virtual, it feels a dream,

but what are those things without the meaning i have given them?

i must give life to meaning, and meaning to life.

 

and the half-moon sits in the sky

like a bowl, waiting to be filled

with such light.

but where can i begin to find the answers to the questions that lay on my mind?

except the very place they were birthed- inside- and

i am reminded then, of the worth

of never letting those questions die.

for they are the very things that fuel this life, this journey…

so how many times must i learn that the destination is not important?

here, now,

the half-moon twitches in the sky,

like a child’s sleepy eye, filled with knowing

and yet, slowly closing,

waiting for morning.

will i let this night slip away like nothing?

or staple it like a scar on my mind?

i must give life to meaning, and meaning to this life…