Midnight Dreaming

I just went outside and looked at the stars.
God knows why.
I think I went outside to wish upon them.
God knows why.
I wouldn't know where to begin.

People often say that young people don't know what love is.
Well believe me, they do.
They know that endless, heart-breaking hurt of being in love.
Those smiles of joy, when inside they are slowly dying.
They cannot see a life beyond their one love, their girl that they will go to the end of the world for, march through the gates of Hell for.
To die for.
I know what love is.
"You didn't love her Joshy"
Yes, Yes I did.
I will not forget her until the final breath leaves my body and my eyelids close and my brain stops dead.
That final image of her smiling face, her voice, her hair and eyes and nose and lips and hands just her smile.
But ask me to define a broken-heart and I cannot tell you.
Because I cannot think.
To suffer a broken-heart is to live in death.

Maybe I'm midnight dreaming.
Maybe the beer is getting to my head.

Or maybe I knew what love was.

But tonight, I can gaze upon that endless sky and I can dream of times that have been and times that are to come and I can hope as any man, woman and child can hope, that those hours lying awake at night and dreaming, just dreaming, were not all in vain.
That I am okay. That what I dream for will someday come true.

Just Dream.