Search For Something More

Out in the skies of precious blues
Will thine eyes twinkle twice ?
Ignited in the sparks of a hidden fuse
And then shall I speak to thee

As the brittle pond becomes an ocean
The grace of love, refines my heart
Yet slowly, but ever grows mine devotion
Of thine doves golden grave,

And then light will behold your eyes
Locking my feet in hidden glee
As thine gaze pleads forever; none of lies,
The sparks of flame will never wither

So I search for something more
Perhaps the reality if presented ?
I will seek till mine heart grows sore
Until this dream no longer dwells within

4/14/13 ~ Erwin Jung