Searching

Nothing quite reaches that inner need

to fill the empty hours

to feel excitement and pleasure 

As once we did 

For all the searching in the world 

and none have met the requirements 

Falling short 

Of a feeling 

That we're all searching for 

Restless nights

As the little hope we had

Seems hollow 

Our time demanded 

From the soulless entity of the corporate machine 

Our hours stolen 

For less than they're worth 

Feeding a greed

That can never be satiated 

Leaving us at odds 

With who we should be 

A few of my favorite things

When I think of you, I think of certain things 

Fresh water, from a spring 

The scent of blooming trees 

The earth beneath 

Wide open sky

Wandering 

I think about holding your hand 

As we read the labels 

Of exotic plants 

Pulling in for a kiss

Before parting

I think of antiques

Sifting through treasures, from long ago 

Hot, stifling air, escape

And sharing my favorite food with you 

I love how you delight 

In flavor 

Mostly I think of all the ways 

That I feel in your presence 

How the fire is banked

But can easily be stoked 

To a flame