but things happen
best in bursts

Maybe we,
with a strange intensity
can ride high, above us only sky

Maybe we are,
brighter than we know,
handheld star

Maybe we are meant,
for hide, seek, hide, never truly find
meek like the earth-pining moon

Maybe we are meant to,
orbit in a fitful dance
like foreign planets.

Maybe we are meant to be,
as the sun,
never touching and touching always.

a/n. A line from Imagine.