Find Me
To find her somehow, reminded of me
some connection in thought half-realized perhaps.
Or like a lone jet, representing a single soul, searching for meaning
Searching for love. Connection
That she would think, again, of me
this lonley flier, drifting, longing for her touch.
My soul flights, searches for her life, but abandoned
Abandoned by her, I fly alone.
A tiny speck on the massive blue
insignificant and ignored, forgotten.
Yearining in anguish to return to her love,
to touch her mind, to find her love.
But I wander, lost in this vast expanse
alone, empty and lost I fly;
far from her mind, her eye, her love.
I fly, fearing this endless sky
and hope someone, someday, will find me.
written in Don Bosco Hostel, Brunswick, Melbourne, 22/7/04