Let's sit here awhile
Talk about the past
Dream of the path
I need life balanced

More importantly I need you

When my head is full
Of things unsaid
My bed is empty
Eye won't close

The visuals and memories in these lids

Until I'm with you
Walking with locked arms
Dancing for no one
But ourselves

Raining down on each other.

I believe you are truly perfect,
You don't believe in that.

I believe I'm not perfect,
You don't believe in that either.

If to see is to believe,
A parallel universe

Is not ideal.
Selfish hearts,

Dull minds,
Through a mirror of perfections?

In the glass of imperfections,
Settling for the disbelief,

We lay as one.
We are imperfectly perfect.

I look forward into the great expanse, and

I see nothing. It is dry and it is arid and nothing

grows, not the toughest of  weeds. I walk and

I hear nothing. Only the echoing solitary footsteps I

force onwards. Ghosts and tears have fallen long ago.

All options blur into one: a steamed mirror;

a compass that cannot decide which way is North. So

onwards and forwards into the plane, though blinded and

fearful. For there must be something out there,

something for me.