tell me how you come,
is it through the song of a siren,
the trumpets and horns of a marching band,
the solitary moment of revelation in a midnight's dream,
or through the whispers of a sage.
do i wait for you to show up,
maybe,
wander through deserts and plains in search of you
or perhaps,
fleet as a purposeless soul
for a lifetime
never to be able to catch a glimpse of you
alas,
even before i draw my last breath
Oh,
I know many have failed,
but i need;
I must find you,
or please find me,
would you?
