Per aspera, Ad Astra

Seems like I lost my mind, searching for love

Burnt by heat and cleansed by fire, so let it burn for you

God knows, I tried.

loving another, Woman's touch is enchanting,

But not enchanting enough.

A soul so good, But not good enough.

Can they watch over me every second of my life, like you do?

Mold me as they see fit, while I give into their open arms, blindfolded. it'll turn out well eventually, I have faith, it has to,

Intoxicated in your love,

a green sea of white froth, its depth immeasurable,

and vastness, incomparable.

I take a deep dive, unprotected.

lost my diving tank in search of my bifocals.

the latter being the more important,

in this journey anyway. I Go in. I see the white whale in its depths, bigger of the biggest, they pale in comparison to you. In its depths, I see faint iridescent lights, lights of the predator attracting its prey, like moths to the fire, they go. but even its blue-green light, feels pitch black in comparison, to the way I am pulled to you.

In a million years, the oceanbeds turn into desserts, but I keep on seeking you. I crawl in the burning dessert, my oasis, is your embrace. Gasping for some water, on brink of death

I ask you the way, to reach to you. to hold you, touch you, see you; You say, "Per aspera, Ad Astra. Ad Astra, currens ad te."

The warm waves thrash against my cold body, the sun, diving into the waves, the stars blanket the unending horizons, I rise back from the depths, Anew. Written under influence of "Seems Like- Thee Sinseers"