My soul wanders in the night
Searching for you and your light.
It feels lost –
You are nowhere to be found, yet.
Is it too late?

It kills, the wait
The soul knows it.
So it travels the furthest of east,
And hails from the corners of west
Searching for you and your light.

The emptiness is never light;
The soul knows its weight.
But it chooses to fight,
Searching for you and your light
Believing you are worth it.

Sometimes it stops to reflect,
Whether destined souls meet.
It wonders, "Is it a fact?"
It continues, after this and that
Searching for you and your light.

It returns, before the morning light
–from searching you and your light
Empty as its nest.

© Ommie