I drive though the night with the radio for my company 

 

I stare ahead of me and watch the lights passing by

 

My lights passing their light with the dark to fill the gaps inbetween

 

My mind wanders now back to a time and a place I should have forgotten

 

"Somebody that I Used to Know" plays with its eerie melody reminidng me

 

I am fully transported to that beautiful past 

 

Across and ocean, tired from travel 

 

Down trodden from the lack of belongings

 

The picture and feel so distinct in my memory never to be forgotten

 

From the airport, to a local favorite, to home away from home

 

All the time never thinking I would have my life changed 

 

I think of the magical night we met, the sights, the sounds, the people, the wonder

 

It was supposed to be a cultural learning experiance

 

but I learned more that night than anyone could teach me during my lifetime

 

It was just next door, from my home away from home, so close

 

The beautiful costumes, the enchanting music, it was a wedding

 

I stop. Its so vivid in my mind as I replay. I feel everything!

 

An introduction, the words blurred, I didnt even remember your name. 

 

But at that moment, my mind unaware, I was trapped, forever

 

The rest of the night all I could focus on was you

 

Every time and any time I could I would look at you

 

And you looked back 

 

I couldn't look away. I was enchanted as a moth to a flame

 

A delicate moth, so enamored by the glory of the beauty of the flame, but only to get burnt. 

 

I knew that time would come, from the moment I saw you, that we had to part

 

I knew. And I tried to believe. But the connection didnt dissolve or disappear.

 

Home away from home again, trying to shove aside, leave behind

 

The enchanting music drawing me back, my friends consoling

 

My mediators, my blessed mediators, that brought me back

 

A summons I couldn't deny, every part of me wanting to draw close

 

My mind reminding me of the impossibilites, my feelings pushing harder

 

I see you again, my wings singed by the heat of the flame

 

You. You wanted to see me again. 

 

The flame called to the moth, the pathetic insect vying for the light 

 

Again I stop, with each song the radio plays, the more I feel. 

 

With every light I pass the more real it becomes

 

It is more than a dream, though it seems it sometimes. It happened.

 

And the miracle is it's still happening. Even still. 

 

I think of all the changed I made. The naive moth becoming a butterfly,

 

But though the change is bigger than the sky

 

Not one day passed that the flame has not touched her wings

 

I stop again. The light is red. Then it turns green

 

Green. Go? Life? Jealousy? The past? What does it mean? 

 

The past. My green light. What I continually reach for. 

 

My flame, my green light, the moon that pulls the currents of my mind. 

 

I arrive home. The street lights now out of sight

 

But the stars burn bright, and the moon only half it's shape

 

My moon, your moon, my sun, your sun. It make the gap seem small. 

 

I stare at the stars and wonder if you do the same

 

Which one is yours? Mine is yours. Just like I want you as mine

 

When will you be mine? Or wil you be like the street lights? 

 

Constant to guide, but flickering to tempt, and lingering to remind? 

 

The night brings this back to my mind. Not a detail missed. Only you.