Rambles

What's the point?
Of glancing upon the hands of time,
As if they would stall
And say, hey!
Where'd you have me be today, my friend

Perhaps, a moment with yesterday

To live, once again
For the warmth
Of fingertips
Trailing upon palms
Mine

It's lovely, isn't it?
The eyes that speak
With images of worlds
Soft, and wanting

Moon, begone
Want me not
Let me forget, destiny
I cannot attain

Leave me be, with my Sky
I concede