There is a will in every drop of rain,
a desire to kiss earth and perish within,
unspoken words is between hearts,
come and fill those void.
We are motion of emotions,
held by a will of feelings,
blessed by matter, not soul,
fail to see love in roots,
and lament it on the brink.
There is a deep cold silence in air,
It’s hard to find one between rocks,
like a nomad, search is for flame,
while failing to acknowledge it’s within us.