I keep seeking...
Knowing not, where the search ends...
Knowing not, what it is that I seek...
I sense a void , not of something wrenched out,
But of something, unborn...
A hidden someone, who preys on my thoughts and seizes my heart sends me on a voyage...
I travel through mystical lands and witching climes on a frail gossamer train...
And when I arrive at the fork , I slip out of my reverie and wonder what lay beyond.