Pacific Dream in Magma

Often I wonder what my path would be if in fact I had the foresight to be with her instead. To have made that trip to California and see her all those years ago.

Not how it finally happened, the path already taken and the gems I unearthed in my children's eyes before me. Yet in my mind, often deep in the shoals of night I think of what life would've been like in her arms each day. Would I have kept my path or would I have turned against her as well?

I don't know.

I don't know how much animal I am versus man.

I have virtues but now I think they are very stained from my errant ways.

I love her. This has never changed, nor could it ever. Often I think to keep myself away is the best form of love I can offer, but the yearning to be with her, beside her, within her. This euphoric condensation of peace which overwhelms my mind when I am in her presence wins.

It says....go.

Cross the divide, kill the miles which hold you two apart in your cells.