Tell Me

Tell me about the universe and how it works its mysterious ways right into your eyes. Tell me about the sun and how he gladly bows down to the beams of the moon. And ask me why, exactly, I would do the same for you. I want to learn everything I want to soak it up, breathe it all in, and never exhale. Unless I were making a wish on a mound of cake decorated with candles; or hoping for a brighter future by blowing on the seeds of knowledge off of a wise old dandelion. Tell me what will work. Because God knows, or, whatever's out there, that I am always listening.