Inspired by a Wensday Night Open Mic

I've found where I belong
after thundery storms
and inhabiting a sorry sorrow
Perhaps the glow endulating
off the wall
is a flight of orbs
down low
begging me to stay
They ask me not to go

Surrounded by an aura so bright
just as the Moon
cascades the night
and there you were
urging me to make it through
for all the times I love to share
will come right back at you
Perhaps I'll start to care
and my heart
will no longer
be unbound