Where I Ask?

My eyes are beginning to feel weary,
There night is near—
While my mind still yearns to talk
Upon devil’s toes
And nightingales midnight moon.
It waits for no one,
But yields as if wanting one to cherish—
Like ice freed from emotion
Inept to pain
My mind still wants to feel and continue.

For my eyes are weary,
But my mind still yearns to walk—
Where I ask?
To Infinity it replies in my dreams
Wanting to taste and smell all that come by,
Waiting for the one,
The one my weary eyes yearn to see
While my mind searches for places to walk...

	...In my dreams to Infinity.