I
am
coming

This undoubted thought
                     that penetrates my heart.
I figure that it will fit into my pocket.

Indistinct was the fire that I knew of.
Hazy peaks that came slowly and died slower

This girl that I think of;
      out here in the clean
      and the exact wilderness.
I ponder slowly, as Socrates
and continue on my way.

Indistinct,
Indistinct

She can be found hovering slightly
     above the puddle of rainwater.
She beckons. I comply outright,
     but refuse in solemn thought.

Let in the evening
with her ways inconclusive
she walks in that in between.
I know how it goes

God I'm so sorry that I love you this much.