Wanton words that trace your heart
Are cross-stitched over mine
Tunnel vision makes the sky look sweet and close

I'm left searching for my question in the mazes of "I do"
But when I find it,
The clouds are back where they belong:
Indifferent,
Intangible as she breezes through,
But drenching me so beautifully when they return again

Spelling 'mayday' for me and 'marry me' for her,
But I see neither, for with the haze itself
I am encircled as the mountaintops
Horizons and their reason out of sight