moon over lake

I wish i had the ability to paint for you all the
pictures i see with my eyes closed,
when the world slows down and
i'm left to be found by the eager hands of
my imagination.
Conversations that never end, because
words are only part of the bigger picture,
at least the one i see.
And i wish i had the ability to
put into words the way i feel about everything, but
then again, in the end,
what's so great about explaining anything?
Letters and sounds need rearranging, but
there's no changing the rest of it,
where conversation takes on a whole new meaning.
Still, i wish i had the ability to
pull that full moon down a little closer,
just enough to reassure you now that
now is all you need to know.
Not here in the wake of,
not here in preparation for,
just here in this moment while the moon still glows.