THISISJOHN

i remember what i used to be
finding myself every night
a true gazer, love-struck
hopeful,
and then the morning
and it passes like a season
my soul, a digression
i'm clambering this time
and how little i am completed
in a night-time sky
when my life makes sense

i'd much rather
on the brink of destruction
when waves are heavy
motion to deliver disease

and tonight a glimmer
my soul smiles to hear your words
to think of warm arms
and a sombre voice