Mockingly it calls out
Desiring to be pursued
But it is as allusive
As it is with hope imbued
Playing emotions like a violin
Making melody from the taught strings
Until the symphony reaches crescendo
Intensifying the mystery that it brings
Promising new destinations
Like contrails floating in the sky
As we wonder where they lead to
And what adventure there does lie
Until they slowly fade away
Carried off by atmospheric winds
Only to tease you some other day
So that the pursuit never ends
As infinite as the gaze skyward travels
With breathtaking experiences to explore
Teasingly it calls to me, “Come Find Me”
Its tone and innuendo to implore