As your bright lights seem to search me,
I know not what you wish of me.
Fleeting treasures I have not one,
Shallow pleasures you will find none.
There’s only the shared destiny
Of those found by eternity.
My heart’s not mine to give away.
Who knows? Perhaps you’ll find someday,
In your hands, a broken half-moon,
And all along, you were my “Soon”.
May 26, 2017 [Original written: 2017.05.20]