I Still Look Up

You clutch onto it—

the little light in the dark.

You chase after it,

yet stand still when it parts.

You offer everything

for that presence;

a short-lived moment

of honesty alive.

Is it a wish that craves

or a need that braves,

this strong faith

in a passing mate.

A stubborn impulse,

an idealistic leap—

when you mute all doubts

and chose to believe.

A joy that mourns,

a hope that burns

but still takes flight

knowing well its plight.

I still look up—

when hope comes by,

and love the light

it sheds for a while.