I see it when I'm dreaming.
I hear it in my thoughts.
I feel it when I'm looking at you.
I lose it when I'm not.
I tried to grasp the feeling,
And I tried to bring it near.
But I just can't hold onto it
Whenever you're not here.
I wonder if it's gone,
Or maybe it's on vacation.
But is it even real
If there's so much alteration?
The trees, they sway with heavy winds
But rarely do they break.
If only we are strong enough
To overcome the quake.