To be calm again in a world so chaotic,
to live slow amongst lives so hectic,
to kiss a girl under mistletoe,
but still I have some years to go.

Dance beneath captivating starlight,
with a soul not afraid of night,
a face that shines like a desert sun,
but still my life has not begun.

An hour to pass like a fleeting moment,
to live each day without atonement,
and feel the wind beneath these wings,
but still my voice has yet to sing.

Mountains crumble in our presence,
new meanings form from your eloquence,
the world transfixed by your hypnosis,
but still the pain from my neurosis.

To dream in colour and latent scents,
to predict the outcomes of love’s events,
to pluck a star from the sky for you,
but still that is much too hard to do.

To lie with you ‘neath azure sky,
to make you laugh until you cry,
and be the best man I can be,
but still I cannot overcome me.

A hand to hold in my time of dying,
a voice to forgive my chronic lying,
a heart to guide me when I falter,
but still I cannot wait to meet her.