A small thought

For under moonlit skies
It comes as no surprise
That on this borrowed time
You love me.

art

staring.
eyes open into the unknown
a small light haze
in the distance by nearby

we hear the echoes of our voices,
questioning
to reassure what we see

how much like life
reaching out
never really seeing what is there

at the end,
white flashes in the corners of our eyes
pulsing light