Life goes on...
Beauty... Beauty... Love...
He is... His face is... His gaze is...
Love him more than I,
His gaze sets me aflame,
In my heart, he is all that remains,
Amidst the slumbering ashes,
And the drying driftwood.
The shores are yet to be seen,
His face is all I seek,
His voice is all I want to hear,
I am stranded in this ocean of my tears,
Only a hairsbreath remains between me and Death.
All I see, in this storm of lightning are my fears portrayed,
All that I fear has but one name, that which my heart refuses to utter,
He is all I fear, yet all that I do not,
I can't open my eyes to see, this perfection, which I fear, will be the last I see.
The shores of hope are far away,
My eyes cannot see, in this gloom devoid of light and warmth,
All I feel are the treacherous waters swaying me to a rhythm old as time,
All I hear, is the gentle breeze freezing my damp hair, wet from sea and its salts.
Yet my heart refuses to succumb,
Him... Find him... Is all it seems to say,
Even as my mind tries to shut it.
Each breath mingles with the cold salty air,
Each track it makes, burns...
Yet my heart refuses to give up.
Find him... Find him... Find him...
Each beat seems to say so,
Each breath trembles with the racing beat,
My eyes are running rivers of tears each salty track warming my frozen face,
How can I, when my resolve is fading away?
How can I find him, when I know that he will sneer, at my lack of perfection?
I quell this swelling emotion deep inside,
I wake up the ashes, they start to smolder,
The driftwood is eager to burn,
Burn for my cause.
The smoldering ashes turn into a blazing furnace, Burning all in its path, leaving a trail of dust and black behind,
Burns away all my flaws, molding me into perfection.
Fire breaks out, Flames lick away, greedy for more,
And I have lots to give, lots to burn,
Leaving nothing but one behind.
How his face reflects the smiling rays of the sun, is the last memory I have,
How his smile lits up even the darkest hour is embedded in my soul,
I will see you again my love,
My heart seems to say so,
And I believe,
That with every fiery embers of my heart, I will find you,
As a woman worthy of your love, I will come,
My heart needs you more than I....
So I will come soon.