through the hills and valleys
I search for you
each place I found, the scent of you
was untrue
the beacon of light in the distant
was a false guide
yet each pixel, drew me in
for another try
the fog of love, is a mysterious one
with it's deceptions
lifting in the morning, slowly
the sky clears, with expectations
all the towns seem the same
the heart flutters, anticipation
but their memories of you are askew
as I thank them, for the participation
the miles I have walk seem endless
but in my mind, your just a day away