Tell me again about

Those things that glow

Just out of reach

Beyond touch

Unimaginable for

Someone like me

But according to you

Real, nonetheless

I like to believe

Although it’s possible

What I like most

Is listening to you

Watching your eyes

Mouth, expressions

Hands working

As you wax poetic

About all that glows

Or is meant to

In a world that seems

To know only darkness