denial

people tell me i'm  seeing things,
but the the things im seeing seem true.
The moon seems a crescent of glory,
riding on the dark sea of blue.

They say the worlds raging at war,
and losing the battle from start.
All i feel is ur just like me,
and the worlds just humanity's heart.

On the days when i dare to glimpse upward,
at the rays screaming  soundlessly;
i wonder what the sun would whisper,
if the sun had the power to speak.

And the voices stealing space on my pillow,
i'l never share them with u.
I'd rather keep seeing that magic;
and believing that magic is true.