I go where echoes know my name,
where rivers dance and won’t be tamed.
Their silver tongues pull me near,
whispering truths only I can hear,
soft as a promise, wild as a flame.
The ocean hums a song so sweet,
waves like arms that drag my feet.
It steals my breath, but gives it back,
leaves salt upon my weary track,
pulling me close where tides repeat.
The mountains call in hush and roar,
where love is carved in cliffs and lore.
Their cold embrace still sets me free,
a place where only I can see
the warmth I’ve searched a lifetime for.
The storm runs fingers through my hair,
lightning kissing skin laid bare.
Thunder speaks in words untold,
a love too fierce, too bright to hold—
yet still, I chase it through the air.
The desert hums beneath my skin,
its burning touch, a phantom sin.
Each grain of sand, a ghostly trace,
a fleeting glimpse, a lost embrace,
yet still, I walk—he calls again.
The forest hums, the branches weave,
a path for those who dare believe.
The wind, it sighs, it sings, it stays,
trailing fingers through the maze,
guiding me where hearts don’t leave.
So I go where I feel most alive,
where love and longing intertwine.
A place that holds his voice, his hands,
where wild things run and time withstands,
and I am his, though never mine.