There is no map for me to follow here,
no signposts
no magic theatre
just the forest and the rain.

Whatever it is that is pulling me toward you
must have some purpose
some design
a love worth believing in.

I'm an explorer pushing back through time
pulling chunks of stone from old walls
brushing dust from mosaics
piecing together what I can of your soul.

It is what I'm good at
and what I think you may need me to be
an archaeologist of the heart
rediscovering you for the first time.

It's dark here and lonely
though I can hear you whisper to me
out of the pages and words and symbols
ushering me forward into the night.

Whatever I find at the center
must be something beautiful
something grand
but I won't make it through the twilight
without you to hold my hand.