Wanderer, caught in the webs of insane love:
Strangled by loneliness;
Querying into lands, far and wide
With a glimmer of hope to find your beloved’s abode
In the distant mystique folds.
You meander through the verdant galaxies
Laughing, and crying;
Urging every passerby with a smile;
The hurt, and pain evident in your crystal eyes.
You seek the endless horizon;
The colours of rainbows where converge to stage ballet glissades.
With your beloved’s essence wrapped around your soul;
You carry yourself through the fiery sun;
Swaying to the susurrating lilt of the midnight zephyr–a relief to your scorched feet.
You look for her grace in the furtive moonlit landscape.
A burning hope to find your beloved in the pristine snow clouds.
But your journey ends;
In a palanquin of shade among the mourning doves, draped in a shroud.