I walk among the trees, along a well-trodden path, Stepping in and out of shadows the branches cast. Under the lush green canopy, the world’s far from sight. Through sunlit slits, I wish a dream into the light. What a beautiful pain to chase a thing that can’t be found, Like writing the melody to a song that doesn’t have a sound. On a bed of moss, I watch sunlight filter through the leaves As I breathe in the gentle breaths the soft wind heaves. I wonder if I shall ever come to know you: My phantom, my eternal pursuit. What a beautiful pain to chase a thing that can’t be found, Like writing the melody to a song that doesn’t have a sound. The hunger for you pulses in the lines of my heart, Like the blade of a wakizashi tearing my soul apart. Are you out there right now, walking the same woods Wishing for destiny to happen like it should? What a beautiful pain to chase a thing that can’t be found, Like writing the melody to a song that doesn’t have a sound. I search for you, carrying the endless ache. I call for you, but only silence breaks. Between the sounds, only echoes bounce.
