Like a hunter fitting an arrow to the bow
I am trying to find the shortest distance to you.
Like a meandering vine growing towards the sun,
Like a wave lapping the shore.

Light rays like arrows pierce the restless waves,
Refract and come to rest, or illuminate,
the creatures of the dark, beneath the waves.

I am trying to find the shortest distance to you
Like rain pelting the earth
Like the compass needle’s restless swing
toward the pole

Restless until I rest in you.