Solitude

Love gives me the world.
The world gives me love... but balance is not idle.
It is rocky-smooth, bitter-sweet tumbleweed growth,
rolling on forever in the storm.
Passing by the cheerful with a handout to the destitute.

The wind will pine for canyon walls, yet the narrow remains still.
The mind will yearn for fanciful dreams, yet wake up stale and groggy.
The truth will search in broad daylight, yet end up lost in Falseville.
The lighthouse will beckon the ship back in, yet beholden to sunken lore.

Solitude is strange... with presence to boot.
Full of spacial texture and curious contrast.
It is something you want to dive into, yet observe by the wayside.
Something that's absorbing albeit rather slow... dried beans vs sea-sponge...
enticement + wonder - reality = lonely.

...I want you, but I can't have you now...