I didn’t mind
But Waiting for love
Was like waiting for a dream to come
To fly by and take me to a world afar
Where love was the waterfall and I was the reflection
I was shown the life from my dreams in the river
A life where the moon kissed the stars
And the colours and smells of dreams
Were like the palette of watercolours
I chose from the art shop
Open to all who buy into them
But fashioned only by the couriers of the soul and the holders of a curious heart.
This love I touched in the dreams of the artists
The love I longed to hold forever.
But this passionless love preferred by the inhabitants of our Earth
I could not fully comprehend
I am myself an ariitst forced to confront the elements of an acceptable love
I must then wait for a fashioned love
A love that words describe in song and not in thought
I am not suited to the earthly love type of the Earth’s wanderers
My love is of a different place
It has further to travel but I have my lifetime to seek