Searching

From the moment I set eyes on her

I knew my heart would be broken

She is searching for something

I suspect this has been all her life

Waiting to find that perfect moment

That feeling of having found something sacred

Our life together, my love for her, is never enough

Her art comes first, she needs more

Something is haunting her

Like the legendary thorn bird

Searching for the perfect thorn to impale itself upon

That one moment has come when he sings

Dying in agony

The one song held all his life is sung

The most beautiful the world has ever heard

So beautiful, the wind held its breath

Must the best of something

Come at such a great cost?

I will do all I can

To prevent my love from losing herself

I shall not let her follow the thorn bird…