"In love, what do you expect?"
her eyes peering into his, seems to ask,
His smile answers
"love demands nothing"

I had no intention to make anything at all
So I took out my hands and let every motive fall
And staring at the brine I delivered to the earth
I began to wonder if my water held a worth
If ground was all it touched and converted it to clay
Then wouldn't I just sink in the sediment each day
Molded into nothing like the effort I put in
I would face the sea and be swallowed by my skin

Some days I feel it's better to remain alone
Because I can grow more in my imagination
Than I can in this world.

All of reality stripped to the bone
Creating my own metaphysical reformation
Where my illusions become uncurled.

Finally grasping at the unknown
As I create the perfect salvation
My cosmos becomes impearled.

I am standing here,
breathing deep in the cold brittle air.
Trying to find you.

Cobblestone paths,
and old broken roads,
I travel for days,
that quickly turn to years.

I've seen these places before,
but they seem pure and new.
Still searching.
Always searching.

It’s like you're walking on
unbreakable ice,
and I’m underneath you trying to fight through.
The current keeps pulling me,
further.

There you are.
Just above me.

Still searching.
Always searching.

I can see your shadow, your outline.
The cold blurs your face.
Only, I know it’s you.

While we search and wonder
still, the current pulls me further.

For now I’ll just be here under skies and ice,
trying to breathe,
as I wonder below you.

Preparing for the right,
and expecting the average, no less.


Still searching.
Always searching.