…seeking for something missing
Beyond the rolling edge of the land
backlit on the very rim of the world
lost and lonely dreams are roaming
relentlessly seeking for something missing
after so many voyages of infinite circling
softly they return again as stars
now set under a liquid blue midnight
where entrancing illusions are flickering awake
their souls, their aching long lost souls
bear the immortal knowledge of endless time
yet still they search and still they need
and still the emptiness they seek to feed
they softly forgive this, their resting place
accepting with grace their unique journey
and thus empowered once more they dream
of that temple, where they may one day rest
the path ahead lies in the unseen distance
as unsure and silent, unlearning the past
they endlessly search within themselves
and the shadow of time crawls ever slowly
trying to remember imagined wisdom
endlessly turning from the world
seeking the whispers of eternity
yet the restless memories still roam
new understanding overcomes old truths
a backward glance to where the light came from
still grasping for the longed-for destination
now peaceful visions are adrift on the wind
buried desires begin to surface
softly breaking the tenuous darkness
and those misunderstood souls feel joy
to have found each other at last
now from their velvet, familiar prison
they reach above this place of loneliness
to the drifting universe and to infinity
where how many voyages still remain?
© Ann Bagnall 2012
