We are all in search of the light, some distant source to tell us that we are on the right path and to give some meaning to our lives. We all want a sense of direction. Without one, our lives truly are meaningless.

For some, that light is the television They seek to be just like the actors who are suppose to mimic real life. Others, see the stars as their guide, quiet, loving little glints of light.

I choose a bigger light. I let the moon guide me. Her light shines where normally there would be darkness and it's not a painful sight like the blazing, bright sun. This is a softer, more majestic glow that brings radiance and irredescence to the world below it.

I want to know whatl the moon knows and see all the places it shines. I want to look at it and know that on another plaine, far far away, my lover is looking at it, too, sharing this experience with me as if he were right by my side.

I want to be like the moon. That would make me truly happy, knowing I'd be there to guide lost souls trapped in the otherwise dark world every night. But my dreams are as hopeless as those of the boy foolishly wanting to be like the sports star or the child who wants to touch the stars.

I know I cannot achieve this goal, but I can try. Oh how I will try. Otherwise, what have I got to strive for?