Why Should I

Written by: Daniel Cheeseman

I have no need to search for paradise, heaven. 
To glean the stars for stardust, moonbeams 
and angels singing. Or for early dawns filling 
my eyes with beauty and colour, the heady 
sound of birdsong. Why crave the glowing 
sunsets or settle for fictitious dreams in the 
promise of night. Why hold hands with 
fleeting love, why search when these eyes 
hold all in the form of you.