What can't my hands hold?
What my head and heart can.
My favourite things are not those that fit in my palm.
It's sun on my face and a sea dip - ice cold.
It's leaving to hike with no route and no plan.
It's loving someone too quick and too soon.
It's laughing so hard that my breath gets stuck.
It's laying beneath a pale white whole moon.
It's believing a little in fate but never in luck.
It's knowing in darkness there's beauty too.
It's believing in nothing and taking comfort in that.
It's in wanting a soulmate but not knowing who.
I'll never desire anything more than a feeling
In my insatiable heart forever to hold.
If it comes with a memory there's nothing more appealing.
To me those things are as good as gold.
A better gold that my hands can't hold.