What Do We Really Wish To See? Poem by RIC BASTASA

this is a nice, cool place,
we decide to stay a while
a thatched nipa roof
covering some benches
rounded for us to sit
awhile, then we see
how the sun glows to
slowly meet its death

sunset, yellow, orange
red, then some black patches
we sit for a while
for a time we reflect
on this loss of light

we welcome darkness
we sit beside each other
then the lights of the resort
are switched on

there are no fireflies this season
electric lights hang on trees
the air comes like a cold feeling
it whispers loss and surrender

somewhere some hearts are cold
our hearts may soon relate
but we cannot be just defeated
this time, we really wish to see
love hanging on the air
we wish these things
these treasures of our hearts

we really wish to fall in love again
we see, we wish to see this love again,
we work out on it under the rain
our hearts are in flames
we burn with desire

we get what we wish to see
we make what we wish to be

i guess, that is simple enough