Intellectualization

It reminds me of how I like to have thoughts.
The kind of nice that matters,
becaue nice matters,
and cynical nature is moot to the bone.
It is the sun that I believe in,
when it has not shined?
It is the love that I believe in,
when it has not felt!
It is the god that I believe in;
when all there is:
is. . . silence.