Finding Love

 

He called out her name

When things were still unsettled,

Her name echoed

Across hills and vales.

And since things were still

A bit unsettled,

He got buried

In an avalanche of love.

As he used up the pockets of air,

The pockets of life,

He wondered how it would be

To die of love.

She heard him, of course.

She threw her axe into the volcano,

That it be baked, and be wrought,

She outstretched her arm,

And caught the lightning in her fist,

And strode towards land,

Leaving a tsunami in her wake.

The lightning would show her the way,

The axe would dig up all her love.

But, it was one thing

To give all your love,

Quite another to find your Love.