There is a feeling I strive for,
A feeling untouched by word,
A feeling of such and sound,
A feeling in which is heard.

I look, with open eyes,
But nothing, is too see,
I watch, like nothing else,
Aside, like wind and sea.

More than feel, I tend to think
My thoughts, they tend to stray,
To think of all the things to feel,
My thoughts are gone, I've none to say.

Hello, Goodbye, I bid you good day,
In search of this feeling, I go,
But before I depart, there is something else,
I will have no departure, before this you know.

I love, and have loved,
Upon you, But my word.
To find the things, I wish to feel,
To never let them go unheard.