Midnight arrives. No moon, new moon, clouds buffer the sky, 
shifting moods, stars align. Where did the day go? Time stands still
without the presence of people, and a sense of substance.

Questions now. We carry into consciousness a dog-eared confusion 
never hoped for. The longer it goes, the less you know. You want
little more to ignore the impendent humidity of a Van Gogh night.

Young hearts will find a way
old souls still remain, 
but where would you go 
if you knew the difference?

Deep breath. Full stop, amidst the barren dreams, night tremors, and 
flashbacks casting dispersions on emotions and moments of repose. 
Unsteadied in the innocence, unmoved by a prophecy unknown.

Reach out. All, which you see, cannot always be felt. Confronted by 
constraints of an ever-changing sky, a complete spectrum of wonder.
All told, there are less reasons to know than less reasons to be.

Young heart will find its way
old soul knows the pain,
now would you go there 
if you knew the difference?

© 2016 j.g. lewis