Growing tired of being patient.
Blood grows thin as my heart continues to race;
from daylight to dusk.
And my head spins like a vessel rudder,
searching for new seas.
So when the tide casts us out
can we finally come to be?

Palms sweaty, my mouth is dry,
feverish and restless I reside.
Words my only escape,
until time follows suit.
I'm anxiously waiting,
for you to pursue.

I wander lost in my dreams,
still searching for you.
Climbed the highest of mountains;
searched oceans deep blue.

Held prisoner to time,
along with my thoughts.
Will my heart ever be strong enough,
to find what I've lost?