A Test of my Faith...

On such lonely nights as this,
When every breath is an effort,
Every moment an eon,
I look at the stars for company,
And I find you there—
Among them, smiling at me…
I try and smile. I have to.
A moment’s insanity blinds me,
Tells me that we’re together—it’s
An unconscious insanity,
From which I instantly wake myself,
Tell myself that light years exist between us,
That a day would come, when even an agnostic would be firm,
But how can this be?

We feel nothing but lost glances at each other,
Nothing but the winds of feeling,
Nothing but the meeting of our emotions in the solitude of the crowds.
We need nothing but the urge:
To hold intact the mirror that reason is,
To maintain the sacrosanct frontiers—a test of our faith,
And despite all those joyful delusions of ours,
The strength to deny ourselves a chance at being human, for
How can this be?

The promise was never between us,
It was between myself and I.
I should smile, I should try to.
It is a test of my faith.

...thought-fox?

I see nothing but revolutions of the fan. I've had a nice dinner. A little too nice, perhaps. The night air is cool enough. I can sense silent slumbers around me. Nothing has survived the darkness, except the moonlight, the cricket and my thoughts...

I fight my sleep. Do I? There never was any.

Something tugs from within. I wonder what lies within...I hear nothing, I feel it too. Man doth not live by bread alone.

The moonlight,as does the cricket, survives, I surrender; darkness defeats me. This is our story…