A Trail Towards the Genuine.

It's a blessing, only cursed in motion.

To be resting, and never from the notion.

To be yearning, but never wanting of the pace.

To be learning, and always loving of the rest.

I've lived it before and I can only tell you this.

It's the journey of a lifetime, a moment of bliss.

To have it frozen is the greatest of journeys.

To keep it is the greatest of presents.

But I wish it upon you all, true love.

For in the darkest hours of night, there is light.

In the worst of shallows and the deepest ravines.

Against the rocks, in the whisper of the hallowed things.

To be warm in the cold, to be happy at night.

I wish this upon you, an eternal flight.

Oh, how I pray for your love.

How I pray you find it.

Never stop looking.