Divine

Gazing into the unknown,

waiting for retribution.

As the clock strikes by,

along infinite time trials.

Sounds just right to me,

Doesn't it to you, my dear?

Holding hands, swinging arms,

like old romantic freaks.

You, lost in a dream,

and I, looking for a requiem.

Miles lying ahead of us, 

through fire and storm,

the road goes on.

All I have for company,

is your shadow and me.

A notebook, a pen and an imagination, running wild,

It's reins were in your hands, oh lovely!

Lost in our paths,

yet a home in our mind.

The end may not have formed yet,

but hasn't our walk just begun!

Precious, wait for me, will you?

As I race across my time.

Fighting, struggling, running towards you,

The Divine.