The light waits, begs,
to be turned on.
The handle waits, wonders,
how long will you be gone.
the oceans depths remain
dark, forbidden, unseen.
No desperate measure, bold
action, will wipe my slate clean.
Eyes still meet, mind insists
to wonder, till brain reasons.
Please refrain to stare at me,
lest my heart wonder all of life's seasons.