Inquiries of Eagerness

Like gravity you pull me to the East,
While Western sky continues on to tease
And taunt my lips with her pacific kiss.
Her outstretched pines sing of The Botanist,
Who spoke to be the purple majesties
And breathed to man the creativity,
Which did construct a golden gate of pride
That calls my name and calls me to subside;
To just forget the laws and weightlessly
Find peace among the pines and majesties.
But ever shall I know the wondered West,
Or just beneath my brazen beating breast?
Atlantic coast you are my mother wise
But questions left unanswered I despise.
Fairwell we bid 'til days you pull me back,
Once I have learned of things you surely lack.
Miunderstand me not; my love is yours
And every love must search from where love pours.
There is a reason for my discontent;
I can not tell until my feet have went
To somewhere they don't know, or even like.
Then life I'll find in things which were demise!