I Will Find You

I found you on the road, your back against a tree.
'What do you see?' I ask.
'Clouds,' you answer, 'Nothing against the blue, for what is past is gone.'
Upon no movement, you stand up straight and tall and gaze upon me with eyes that know no fear.
We stand apart our distance afraid of what is near.
Blood is in your heart, evil is in your hands.
Treacherous thing, pity-wanting self-pity created in you a monster.
Your eyes search mine, looking for an enemy.
My eyes search your soul, looking for a friend.
Stranger to a smile stranger to what we are.
What we're not.

Oh that I would break you,
hold you down,
make you feel my pain.
Scatter you until you are no longer you.

Something hated, something damned.
The saint loves the sinner loves the saint.
Pieces of us, a puzzle unsolved.
Waiting for the master to tend to his pupils.
Waiting for us to destroy ourselves.

An age ago you sought the poison and killed me with it.
Wore the colors of a sheep tainted by the snake.
You left me in the rain, a dead icon of a sun setting at midnight.
I am gone from your vision and still all is the same.
The road is paved with lies and death.
At one end the flower cries, at the other the dead sun shines another one brighter.
'Clouds,' you said to me once, 'nothing against the blue, what is past is gone.'

Your eyes search mine, looking for an enemy.
My eyes search your soul, looking for a friend.
I'll look forever if I have to.

I will find you.
I will find you.