Still waters surface stirs like a deeply troubled stream
In her eyes
Like pools of splendour, lost naïve and keen
And the dancing of her hand along the tattered wall
Is an anxious hope that anything matters at all
Yet in an opposite reflection a similar intention
Brings light dancing in her direction

Cause I’ve been searching for my bright star
I know I stumble when I walk through the past
Where chilling shadows paint life untrue
Yet the harshness of the sudden light
Trips me and I fall into you

The picture whispers secrets lay hidden in plain view
So swaying spring flours spend every waking hour
Sketching grace in an image of you
In another place and time I hope that poetry and rhyme
Will be worth to survival cause I still don’t make the line
There’s a willing conversation, a desire for patience
A journey with a path where they say dreams are forsaken

I’ve been searching for my bright star
Where a future is born from the past
And shadows fade to twilights hue
Then the tension in a twist of fate pulls me and I stumble to you

I’ve been searching for my bright star
Just a reflection in a passing glance
Her vivid tones of morning dew
Lose me in this half felt world
I’ll find a way to feel true to you