In every shadow, I searched for you,
In every flame of hope, bright and true,
I felt your whisper—a fleeting trace,
In every word, in time’s embrace.
Since then, until the stars descend,
I will wait for you—
Without end.
The dawn chorus hums its ancient tune,
The sky, a deeper, boundless blue.
Yellow-billed Egrets on silver wings,
Little Cormorants, dusk’s murmurings,
All return, their journeys through,
To nests where light and longing brew.
The cattle slow at evening’s gate,
Their hooves stir dust, their hearts elate,
Returning home where shadows rest,
To warmth and stillness, loved and blessed.
Each soul, parched by time’s cruel thirst,
With heart’s own message, sealed and versed,
Rides the morning bus’s sigh,
Back to where the old roads lie.
Yet no... for whom my gaze still burns,
Whose voice in silence never turns,
Has not been found—
Though shame I bear,
Though countless days dissolve to air,
You have not come.
You are not there.