Seasons of Our Thoughts

Search for me in the stars and the moon, you will find me.     
For I can see you in the moon.
I can see you in the dark sky.
I can see you in the stars.
Search for me in the oceans.
I search and find you.
For I search enough.

Nights spent awake, with our spirits connected in thought.    
Scarred to fully articulate them.  
For fear of being a burden.   
Why do I protect you?
Why should I not protect you?

I fear my conversations with my self
In moments of myself.
The nights are a season of thoughts.
Seasons of joy.
Seasons of fear.                      
Seasons of what to hope for.
Seasons of seasoned prisons.

What do You Do?

What do you do?
When you miss someone.
Someone special you cannot be with.
When you miss the warmth of their skin.
When you miss to see the ambience of their smile.
When you miss the presence of their silence.
When you miss the feel of the touch of their skin.
When you know you cannot be with them now.   

What do you do?
When you know your sleepless night will not bring you the one?
When you know the sun will rise and set without them?             

What do you do?
When you know they also miss your presence.