The Avasive Moon, The Naive Son Poem by Joshua Bantum

The beauty of a night
without rest,
is using the sunrise
as a guide
to help you give praise
to the things we naively,
but almost inevitably,
tend to overlook.

Like the calm breeze
rustling a few timid leaves left over from fall,
or the paint chipping away from this wooden porch,
fighting to be naked,
to be seen bare.

Or maybe your last look of doubt,
teasing me in your eyes,
before we depart.

You also see equally in mine the opposite.
Blinding courage,
fear driving these
countless lonely moons
from our sight.

You warn me that time will steal the beauty
I worship,
from you,
and I agree,
but nothing besides death can take the eternal
stars from blasting within you.

Your still alive, and I’m still alive,
I say that I still have a pretty good chance.