Once upon a journey, we, striving once again,
Flailing as if falling, but nary to an end.
All the signs emerged in time, written on her breath
Words and deeds colliding, nigh, truth alive in death.
Demons borne of lack and strife, subdued yet unabated
Haunt the charming insides, while outside lust is sated.
Grasping ever deeper, we, pretending not to know
Blind and searching in her eyes, as far as that might go.
It seems that as one seeks a thing, the chasm gapes anew
And casts love down like pearls, they say, among the chosen blue.
Trust – a coy mistress, she, delicate and fragile
Slain by flimsy things, and lies – able fleet and agile.
Daisy braids and little bear smiles, a bliss to last forever
And all the while the fear, it stalks, to see that bliss be severed.
No one longs to feel the chill of loneliness arriving
All roads may come to an end – but never shall the striving.