Endeavours With A Gangsta

Floating

The leaves are rustling,
And the breeze is warm,
Your fragrance is floating,
Yet I can't find you,

The words of you,
touch me,
In ways unspeakable,
Thoughts of you,
Flood me and I drown,
Completely,

Laughter and mayhem,
But you're not here,
You are flying,
amongst the clouds,
And diving into the minds of others,

You want to be alive,
But you are tied down,
With this world,
And all your fantasies,

Weeping heart,
Why do you mourn?
In search for yourself,
And your expectations,
You are broken,
Competing with yourself,

You are lost,
And you are floating,
In pursuit of you,
nothing else matters,
Yet I still can't find you,

But what happens when,
You lose it all,
No one to call your own,
Will you call out for me?

The breeze embraces you,
and whispers,
'You are alive, oh precious one!'
But why do you never believe?
You would rather listen to silence,
Than me,

Months go by,
And the blanket of ice,
shimmers,
into fluorescent streams,
And branches are crisp,
golden brown in colour,
But you are still nowhere to be found,

My eyes wander,
But nothing to see,
Just an empty bench,
And acres of wilderness,

But I smell you,
Oh that sweet and inviting scent,
The gentleness and curiosity,
But I don't see you,
just the memory of you,

I found you.