John Muir

In the darkness
while her eyes are dancing in and out of focus
because we are too close
its too dark

And I can't concentrate
On the here and now
the moment

because I'm already weeks ahead
a time traveler,
prophet
to a heart that I can't understand
except in visions

dealing exclusively in disappointment

I can already see the end
that long tube of time
with a pinpoint of light

but I know what's there already
and it's not here
it's not now

So while in immediacy
it feels right to be
I have my doubts

We could be so perfect for each other
it could be so serendipitous that we ever crossed paths
on the lonely road of life
But this isn't my stop

And so while I brushed the hair out of her eyes
and wanted to feel her so much closer
I wonder if she saw the sadness creep across my face

And it hurts to feel it
which is why more now than ever I must go

I am John Muir but you are not my Yosemite
I am Columbus but you are not the East
I am Abraham but you are not my Canaan
no
I'm still so very restless outside
the promised land

It's so sad to say
That so far having someone hurts more than not