I lost the fire to my soul,
somewhere in time.
Since then it has been wandering centuries
looking to find and inhale yours.
The stars are not as bright and
the Sun never burns my skin anymore.
Looking for your essence
in the empty eyes of strangers,
feeling for your presence
under each and every stone,
endlessly I wander,
to feel the fire of your touch.
Hopelessly needing to hear the universe,
through the whispers of your voice.
Alas, long and weary is the road
that leads me home to you.
